THE MORNING AFTER! ARI&ISHY

[jared duncan crawford]

He squinted, rolling his head over to glance at the clock that was on his wooden bedside table. The clock blinked at him, stating that the sun in the sky meant that it was 9am. He had not slept in this late since his college days, when partying was all he did. He rolled his head back onto his pillow, the memory foam sinking his heads shape comfortably. He opened his eyes and saw the back of a head, a blonde head of hair and a thin woman’s body in which one of his large arms lay gently over. The memories of the night before started to come, remembering he had taken that cute girl from the coffee shop out and back home with him. He smirked, almost proud of himself, because really he didn’t think he would have ever gotten that far with her. He didn’t even think she would show up at the bar last night, but she actually did.

He slowly moved his arm off her, rolling out of bed and slipping into a pair of plaid boxers and black house shoes. He walked out of the room, leaving Ari to sleep and himself to the making of breakfast. He had to seal the deal in someway right? He hadn’t really been the relationship type since his ex-wife. There was something about Ari though, something that intrigued him and made him want to be around her. They were really polar opposites.

She rode horses; he worked on cars. She went to college; he dropped out to join the military. She was twenty-five; he was ten years older. That didn’t matter to him though. He could make all the crude, nasty comments about being with a younger woman he wanted. But he actually sort of had hope that something about this would work out. He wasn’t sure how she would feel this morning though.. She would probably feel like total shit with the amount of shots and alcohol he bought her.

He opened his fridge and grabbed a carton of eggs. Eggs were usually the best for a hangover. He didn’t know if she was vegan or vegetarian or anything like that. He would make her a little of everything, some eggs, some bacon, some hash browns, and then some toast. If she didn’t eat meat then she didn’t have to! She could eat potatoes and bread. He shrugged at the thought, turning on the coffee pot and listening to it start to make a slow whistle as it worked. He went to work on the breakfast feast, cracking eggs and adding cheese. The breakfast products mixing with the smell of black coffee and creating quite the sensational morning smell. Of course that same smell could bring almost the most hung over of people to their knees in front of the great porcelain bowl.

Jared scratched at the middle of his exposed chest, grunting as he reached for a coffee cup. He poured himself a cup, taking a long sip as he waited for the bread to toast. He walked back to his room, the sun pouring in from the bay window in the small house. The walls a mute white with green trim. Though there were posters of naked women in the ‘game room’, his room was pretty plain other then a few single pictures of his daughter, his dog, Scotland, his parents, and his cars/motorcycles. He leaned against the door frame and held the white cup in his hands. ”Mornin’ gorgeous. Can I get you something?” he asked, not coming too much closer then the doorway, running his thick hand through his messy, brunette hair and down his five o’clock shadow.

[Arianna Lucille Clarkson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: white; border: #d4bb9c solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] baby just breathe in, breathe out She had told herself that she wouldn’t get drunk before she went out last night. Apparently she hadn’t listened to herself anyway. Not that Jared had really made it easy to stick to that, distracting her with talking whilst he pushed shot after shot and drink after drink at her. Then again, he’d drunk a lot himself so it wasn’t like she could completely blame him for getting her drunk just to get in her pants. Not that she’d had any intention of letting that happen either... then again, all of her previous intentions seemed to have disappeared when she’d walked into the bar. Right now she was fast asleep, completely oblivious to the events of the night before thanks to the drunken state she had been in. It was a fairly deep sleep, until Jared moved his arm from around her, although she didn’t wake completely, shivering slightly at the sudden change in temperature and the sudden loss of the weight from around her, and unconsciously burrowing herself a little further under the covers. It was enough to start waking her up, however, now that she had been slightly disturbed, and while he was out of the room she slowly began to wake up fully. When she did become more aware of her surroundings, the abnormalities didn’t really register with her for a while, since she hadn’t opened her eyes so she hadn’t come to the conclusion that this was not, in fact, her bed, her room, her house even. It was only really when she moved her head slightly, and regretted it a little as the action made it feel awful, that everything slowly came flooding back to her, in pieces. She remembered going to the bar... meeting with Jared... the initial parts of the conversation... and then it became more blurry and detached from there. And when she heard his voice, she opened her eyes, staring at him for a few moments before it hit her. “Oh my god...” she half gasped, scrambling into a sitting position a little too quickly, head spinning, automatically pulling up the covers to cover herself... not that there was probably much point to it now. She shut her eyes for a moment, holding her head in her free hand, groaning slightly. “Shouldn’t have done that...” she said, mostly in relation to sitting up so quickly, but a little about the whole situation. She never did anything like this, ever. Once the spinning had stopped, she lifted her head again, slowly this time, and opened her eyes again, looking over at Jared staring in the doorway, feeling herself blush a little. Well, wasn’t this just great. “My clothes... might be helpful...” she answered, quickly glancing around the room hadn’t found any of the clothing she had been wearing the night before lying around, as far as she could see anyway. Then again, in the state she was in, she was probably missing everything. the only time to love is right now tagged mark words 491 muse all the small things - blink 182 notes lolol poor girl credits irish & lady antebellum! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[jared duncan crawford]

Jared was actually kind of happy that he had managed to get Ari to come home with him and stay over night. Of course, he figured she didn’t have much recollection. He actually felt sort of bad, like he had taken advantage of her. They do say that drunken mistakes are sober thoughts.. Or something like that. At least, that was what he thought. That thought made him feel a little better about the situation she seemed to be in. ”How do ya’ feel this morning?” he asked, generously scratching at his lower abdomen. ”You know, I didn’t expect for you to cut loose like that. You’re actually a little wild,” he said with a wink as he watched her try and connect her surroundings.

He yawned, stretching his arms up and allowing a loud crack to echo through-out the room. The years of handy work doing everything from yard work to practically building houses really worked hard on your limbs. When it was cold he generally found it really hard and pretty painful to get out of bed. It wasn’t like he didn’t keep his body in good shape either! He worked out and ran… Yes, he drinks alcohol and has the occasional cigarette or celebratory cigar, but he was generally pretty healthy despite the pot of coffee and beer. ”Now why do you say you shouldn’t have done that?” he asked, walking into the room and grabbing random pieces of clothing that had been strewn around the room throughout their session they went through.

”Your shirt is in the living room. You can just wear this till after breakfast,” he said, tossing her the pieces of clothing he had gathered and a shirt of his own. He didn’t see anything wrong with her wearing it. It was at least clean, which was more then most women would get out of him. He thought man stink was attractive. He walked to the closet and grabbed a pair of worn out blue jeans. He slipped them over his boxers and buttoned them around his waist. He figured he should get a little dressed since she seemed so creeped out.

”Clothes are over-rated. What can I bring you? I have breakfast cooking… You like meat?” he asked, his mind not helping to fall back on something dirty. ”Well, do you eat meat.. or are you anti-animal killing?” he asked pushing his feet into a pair of slippers.

[Arianna Lucille Clarkson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border-left: #e87181 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] baby just breathe in, breathe out “Like my head’s been hit by a truck, multiple times,” she groaned, answering automatically even though she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to talk to him or not yet, shutting her eyes again for a few moments and resting her forehead against the palm of her hand, letting the dark and stillness help settle her head a little more again. Although when he started talking about the night before, her eyes flew open again, cheeks burning, feeling even more mortified than she already was, even before he started talking about ‘how wild’ she apparently got. She just didn’t do anything like this. “Because I don’t do anything like... last night,” she said, kind of just wanting to curl back up under the covers, fall asleep and hope it was all just some dream, or that the ground would open up and swallow her whole right there and then. For all she knew, he had just gotten her drunk to get in her pants, which was what he had managed to do, and that would be it. She reached out to pull the clothes that he tossed at her closer, her underwear and one of his shirts, no pants, but at least the shirt looked like it would be long enough on her to cover everything... not that it really mattered now, he’d seen it all already, after all. With that in mind, she threw the covers off, turning her back on him while she dressed herself. “No, I eat meat,” she answered, as she pulled on his shirt, looking down as she did the buttons up. Well, she hadn’t been expecting him to offer breakfast... trying to figure out why he seemed to want to keep her around a bit longer, rather than just pushing her out. Actually, he probably only wanted one thing, and nothing else, she really didn’t get it. After she left she’d probably not speak to him again... or see him again, for that matter. That thought bothered her a little, and she didn’t know why. She was just going to put it down to being tired, and hungover. tagged mark words 354 muse blood to bleed - rise against notes lool poor girl credits irish & lady antebellum! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[jared duncan crawford]

Jared shook his head as she explained that she didn’t do things last night. ”I find that hard to believe. You seemt’ to know exactly what you were doing last night,” he said with a wink and a smile creeping over his face. He didn’t exactly have a filter. He was actually trying to have one too, but he couldn’t help and answer with perverted replies. He meant it in the best way, but he usually got slapped for saying crap like that. It took a special person to really understand that he just couldn’t help himself. He watched her survey the clothes. He actually thought she would protest to the idea of wearing his shirt and pretty much no pants, but to his amazement she just slid them right on. He turned away with the smallest, quietest laugh as she turned her back to him to dress. He couldn’t help but peak over and admire her as she did so.

He found it mildly entertaining that she was hiding herself from him this morning. He thought that maybe if the roles were switched he would understand, but if he were a woman he was pretty sure he would flaunt himself around naked all the time. Jared really had no shame at all. It was a gift and a curse, because that meant it was pretty hard to rile him up or embarrass him.. But he also meant he had a good chance of going to jail for mouthing off to a cop or public indecency. He walked to the kitchen, refilling his coffee cup and opening a cabinet that had enough pills to medicate just about anything. He wasn’t a junky or anything, but he had been hurt on the job enough to have everything from lora tabs to muscle relaxers to ulcer medicine. He grabbed a bottle of high strenght aspirin and poured an additional cup of coffee for his guest.

”Well, I ‘ave bacon, eggs, toast, and hash browns.. I can make you a plate or you can make one, whatever you prefer,” he said, placing the asprin and coffee on the counter next to a paper plate. He rarely broke out the good dishes, because as much as he liked cooking he hated the cleaning part! He started to dish out food onto his own plate, taking long sips of the caffeinated beverage in his had as he did so. He wasn’t hurting too bad. He was more hungry and dehydrated than anything, but he would rather have coffee over water so dehydration could wait. ”You know, ‘ave you thought about going out and letting your hair down a little more often? It’s a waste for someone as good looking as you to hide behind a computer,” he said casually, opening the fridge and grabbing salsa and ketchup, splashing the condiments over his eggs and hash browns and smothering his toast with soft butter.

He whirled around when he heard her say she liked meat, his eyes falling over her figure that was just covered in a shirt of his that was too big on her and the garments below. ”'Oly shit,” he mumbled, never really peeling his eyes away as he brought his coffee cup back up to his lips before setting it down and refilling it. He could get used to that walking around his house everyday in nothing but his tee-shirt and undies! ”S-so what can I get you?” he asked, his eyes peeling away back to the small feast he had made for the two of them.

[Arianna Lucille Clarkson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border-left: #e87181 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] baby just breathe in, breathe out Ari felt her cheeks burning again, losing count of exactly how many times he had managed to do that to her already this morning, just shooting him a glare from across the room after he had said it. So far she had already realised that he was one of those people whose mouths and brains didn’t exactly communicate well with each other, and that he just said whatever the first thing that popped into his head was, no matter how rude or perverted it was... or he just said it for fun, to see what sort of reaction he could get. Although she didn’t quite get the arrogant prick vibe off him so she was willing to bet that it was the former problem, having no brain to mouth filter. But she didn’t bother answering that one, knowing that it would probably only serve to make him say something else along the same lines, or he’d just find it amusing, even if she didn’t. Thankfully, he left the room without commenting any further, and she finished dressing in the shirt he had tossed to her, looking down at it before she made a move to walk out of the bedroom. Well, it was too big on her, hanging to about halfway down her thighs, which covered pretty much everything that she wanted covered, at least until she managed to find her pants... wherever they had ended up in his house. Not that it would really matter anyway, since he had already seen, well, everything... and she had the distinct feeling that he had probably looked while she had been getting changed, even though she’d had her back to him and hadn’t seen exactly what he had been doing during that time. So with that thought in mind, she walked out of the bedroom, quickly finding him in the kitchen area of the house... not that she really remembered the layout of the house from last night, since she had been far too drunk to really notice all that much. There was no sign of the rest of her clothing yet so far either, so she was going to have to go searching for it all in a bit. She entered the room just in time to hear his comment about hiding behind a computer, which she didn’t really get the chance to form an answer to, when he turned around and just stared at her for a few good, long moments, apparently rendered a little speechless for a bit there... which she thought, considering him, was probably an achievement. She raised a quizzical eyebrow at him, not quite figuring out why he was reacting like that... then again, how many relationships had she been in recently, or how much male attention had she actually noticed being thrown in her direction, until now? Nor did she really care or notice how attractive anyone found her, for that matter. “I don’t just sit behind a computer all day,” she replied, moving forward to get the coffee sitting on the counter that she assumed was hers, since he already had a cup in his hand, taking an aspirin while she was at it. The coffee mostly made her feel even thirstier than she had before, but the caffeine kick would probably just help her wake up a bit more, and she could just drink a tonne of water afterwards. Surprisingly, the food looked quite edible, which she had been slightly wary of, but then again, she did have to think that he’d need to feed himself at some point, unless he lived on take out... which obviously he didn’t seem to rely on. “I’ll just have a bit of everything, thanks...” she said, her good manners prevailing as usual... even though she probably didn’t need them right now... and she’d realised that she had quit being annoyed at him already, there was no point. The whole thing was probably mostly her fault anyway, she shouldn’t have gone to the damn bar with him in the first place. tagged mark words 674 muse need your love - the temper trap notes haha i think she's given up being irritated at him xD credits irish & lady antebellum! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[jared duncan crawford]

Jared couldn't help how he acted around Ari. Truth was, he wanted to reverse the order of putting on clothes to taking them off and crawl back into bed with her. Of course, he figured at this point it was probably a little pointless because she did NOT seem to happy about her actions last night. In fact, she seemed like she wanted to get out of his house as quickly as possible. He kind of wanted her to stick around though, actually he really wanted her to stick around. He had nothing better to do today, other than go work on his car or something. Why not spend it with someone was beautiful and intreuging as Ari?

Jared started to dish food onto her plate as she said she would have a little of everything. He didn't put as much as he would eat, because he ate a shit ton. He had learned girls liked to pick and they generally didn't eat three+ eggs in a shot. He sat the finished plate infront of her, everything neatly placed around so it wasn't touching. He wasn't sure if she was one of those, that freaked out when something touched another piece of food on her plate. He never understood that. It all goes into your stomach anyway! Of course, this was the guy who loved to squirt canned cheese into his pizza rolls and dip them in ranch dressing. He would eat just about anything that was close to him if he was hungry.

He walked to the fridge, grabbing salsa and ketchup, not sure if she put stuff on her eggs but giving her options anyway. He grabbed himself a plate, piling food onto it before joining her at the table. "So, what do you do ther than school? Which seems to run your life, because you are very up tight and serious sometimes, no offence," he added, though he had only known her for less than fourty-eight hours, he liked to think he knew her already. He could read personalities pretty well, because he was pretty judgemental. He could pick up on things pretty easy. After all, he was an "interegator" in the military while he was on duty. So talking to people and grilling them with questions came easily.

His large hands reached for the salsa, pouring big glops all over his eggs before caping the jar and setting it back on the table. He mashed the salsa into the eggs, before scopping up and taking a large bite. He was a little hung over, which ment his gut was a little tore up from the lack of hydration and food. He had drank too much yesterday and ate too little, which he figured was a general batchler problem. "Do you need anything else, a top off or anything?" he asked, motioning to her coffee, but raising an eye at her when his words replayed through his head. He wouldn't mind having her top off again!

[Arianna Lucille Clarkson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border-left: #e87181 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] baby just breathe in, breathe out If the circumstances had been a little different, she’d probably feel more comfortable about the whole thing... but the thing was, she had probably known him all of twenty four hours, give or take a few, and he had already managed to get her drunk and in bed with him. So naturally, from her point of view, he’d probably gotten what he’d wanted already and the rest was just... she didn’t know. She’d probably made an idiot out of herself and slept with someone who she probably wasn’t going to see again after today, and she couldn’t exactly do anything about it now. She waited patiently as he made her a plate of food, sipping quietly at her coffee as she did so. “Thanks,” she said, when he set the plate he had filled down in front of her, picking it up and looking around for somewhere to sit, spotting a table after a few moments and heading over to it, setting her plate and coffee down before sitting down at one of the chairs. Maybe she should have just left when she had woken up, she really had no idea why she hadn’t just jumped out of bed and found all of her clothes then took off. She wasn’t even sure if he actually wanted her to stick around for breakfast or if he was just being polite or something. She looked up from her plate when Jared started speaking again, pausing gathering some eggs onto her fork. “I’m a tutor and a riding instructor. I ride a lot,” she answered, realising that she had pretty quickly run out of things to say... well, she probably could have talked about riding a lot more but then again she wasn’t sure if he’d actually be all that interested, and if she wasn’t going to see him again after today there was no point in really elaborating much about her life than what she’d already given him. She looked over at him when he asked if she needed anything else, raising her eyebrows slightly at the expression on his face when he asked if she wanted a top off, realising very quickly exactly where his mind had gone with that one. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” she told him mildly, before eating the forkful of egg that she had picked up before. Strangely enough, it kind of made her want to laugh. tagged mark words 403 muse ncis notes lool credits irish & lady antebellum! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[jared duncan crawford]

It wasn’t super normal for Jared to sleep with and keep with, but he was attracted to this woman. It wasn’t that he was some sort of super player. He just usually associated himself with trashy women who didn’t want relationships either. Some of the strippers around Addison even knew who he was, because his buddies and himself would go to play with strippers occasionally. He might have slept with one or two of them, but he wasn’t not going to sleep with people because he was divorced. According to women, he was still an attractive man and he would use that to his advantage.

Ari was intriguing to him. She was younger, which meant she was supposed to be spunky and want to do weird things with weird people… but she wasn’t like that at all it seemed. Of course, he had only known her for about a day, but he was usually pretty good at reading people. He nodded when she thanked him for the food, sitting down opposite of her. He sloppily slid his food around in syrup, mixing it with everything together before eating it. He wasn’t one of those people who had to separate his food and god forbid they touch. He would eat or try just about anything, and usually he would slap it all together on a sandwich.

His eyebrows rose as she spoke of being a tutor and riding instructor. He had lived in a small, country village in Scotland, where everyone knew everyone and just about everybody still lived off the land. Of course there were meat markets and stuff inside the general store they had, but it was all hand raised stuff off farms close to them. Jared was actually quite a cook and butcher when he wanted to be, because he grew up in the kitchen of a local tavern. He also worked at the general store they had, and he helped his mother cook in the kitchen as a child. His mom and his ex-wife were equestrians, so he knew about horses, but don’t ask him to get on one.

”Those things are dangerous, you know? Who rides something that as’ a mid of its own?” he said, taking a long drink of his warm coffee. ”Look at Superman or Batman.. Or whatever he is, the famous guy,” he started, taking a bite of toast before finishing his statement. ”He is paralyzed from a horse. I wouldn‘t trust any of those things. They kill people for fun,” he finished with a nod. He scooped the last of his food into his mouth, leaning back in the seat as he finished chewing. He smirked when she shot him the famous ‘get your mind out of the gutter’. ”Oh come on, I’m a man. What do you expect?” he said, tossing his napkin on his plate after her wiped the corner of his mouth.

[Arianna Lucille Clarkson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #e87181 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] i can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go She had been riding since she was a kid, her mother had ridden and had taught her how to ride, along with her sister, and she had loved it from the first moment that she had started. And she certainly hadn’t looked back since she had started, just look at her now, she was going off to shows most weekends, her main job was instructing at the barn and she was even contemplating getting another horse to train up and sell on at some point. She had done most of Paddy’s retraining by herself… which had been a slightly painful experience at times, but he was still a pretty good horse now when it came down to it all. If a little headstrong and if he sometimes thought that he was still a racehorse occasionally. She raised an eyebrow at him when he started saying that horses were dangerous, shaking her head a little when he was finished talking. “Well, yes, it can be dangerous… but as you can see I haven’t ended up in a wheelchair yet and I’ve been riding for… at least twenty years now, so I think I’ll take my chances. And I think killing people for fun is a bit of an exaggeration,” she answered, before taking another mouthful of food, looking over at him as he just smirked at what she had said before. “Fair point, and considering almost everything else I’ve heard come out of your mouth since I met you, I probably shouldn’t expect anything else,” Ari answered, tone of her voice light as she spoke, and with a slight smirk twitching at the corners of her mouth. Yesterday, if he had said something similar, she probably would have said it with a slight tone of disgust or disdain, but strangely enough he had sort of grown on her already, in that short period of time… or maybe now that she had gone and done something completely uncharacteristic anyway because of him she just didn’t see the point anymore. “Seeing as though we’re talking about ourselves here, what exactly is it you do?” she asked, picking up her coffee to take a sip as she waited for his answer. mark | 367 | outfit | watch over you - alter bridge | whee.

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Jared’s mother had loved horses. They lived on a farm in Scotland and grew their own food and have livestock animals. His mother was the best cook alive in his opinion and showed him the way of the kitchen. She also happened to love animals too not just cooking and being a house wife. They were always surrounded by a new rescue dog or cat, and at one point they even had some wild animals roaming around their yards that they had nursed back to health. Included in all these animals? Horses of course! His mother rode and grew up riding, and he had ridden a little as a small boy when he was forced but he had never been a fan. In fact, he rarely even stepped out to the barn unless it was to help his mother. He had seen many friends and family get hurt and thrown or tossed during Fox Hunts or just on a casual jaunt. He was sort of afraid to even sit on a horse, and he didn’t enjoy the way the smelled either.

He listened to Ari’s argument, but he knew those words all too well. Anytime he brought up to a “horsey” person that horses were dangerous he got the whole “WELL I’M NOT DEAD YET” speech. He hated that. How could someone thing that riding a thousand pound animal, at high speeds, with a mind of it’s own was safe? Who even thought to attempt to train this animal and begin to ride them. Then you had the people that jumped the jumps and stuff. Seriously, who decided to attempt to jump a five foot wall? That was a ridiculous notion. ”All of you horse people say that. I have seen the repercussions. I think you are all nuts. You don’t do that jumping over fences thing do you?” he asked, hoping this girl was at least a little sane. He had to hold some glimmer of hope!

Most people got used to Jared the more they were around him. He was crude and rude, smoked when he was drunk and drank a lot. He liked football and baseball, and he enjoyed watching the cheerleaders and commenting on their boobs. His mother still told him to stop being a pig. The only time he didn’t make those comments was when he was around his daughter, which he hadn’t been since she was younger. Of course, he still talked to her often when her mother would let him, but if he were to be around her tomorrow he wouldn’t be anything like bachelor Jared. That wasn’t the case right now though, so he could be as crude and piggish as he wanted because he honestly didn’t care of others opinions. He smirked as he noticed how she joked a little with him instead of acting completely disgusted like she was yesterday. ”Yea you probably shouldn’t.. But just so you know I am full of surprises,” he said with a nod, leaning back on the wooden frame of the chair and smirking. His attention suddenly turned when she asked what he did for a living.

”Well I am the local handy guy.. I work on cars, houses, motorcycles, landscaping, build smaller scale buildings, and much more. I can remodel your kitchen, make back porches, and I have a specialty in man caves. I do a little bit of everything,” he replied with a half laugh though he was very serious. He really was a mister fix it, do it all type of man and he was Addison’s best. His service was even rated #1 in the Addison paper. Not to mention many older, lonely women loved to see him work in the summer with his shirt off. He got up from the table and grabbing his empty plate and stacking it on top of Ari’s before taking them to the dishwasher. ”Can’t believe you have never heard of me,” he added, shutting the dishwasher with his foot and topping off his coffee.

[Arianna Lucille Clarkson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #e87181 solid 10px; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] i can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go Arianna’s mother had been an avid rider… which was mostly where she and her sister had gotten it from. It had been hard to start up again after she had died, but she hadn’t been able to stay away for long, and she doubted that she would ever be able to really quit horses. Even if she couldn’t ride anymore, or as much as she did now, she would probably still have horses, especially since they were the one of the few things she did that she truly loved doing… so of course she wouldn’t give it up for the world. “Yes, I do actually. The really, really big ones,” she answered in a rather casual manner, picking up her coffee and taking another mouthful, looking at him over the rim of the mug as she did so. Well, he had accused her of being too uptight the day before… yet she willingly rode a huge animal with a mind of its own over giant fences on a regular basis, so really when she had told him that she wasn’t that uptight she really had been telling the truth. If she was really that uptight she wouldn’t even dream about it, she wouldn’t have even considered it due to the risk of breaking her neck doing it. Putting her coffee back down on the table, she leaned back in her chair, laughing a little. “I guess that makes two of us then,” Ari replied. He had already expected her to not go and take his invitation the night before, but she had… and she guessed that neither of them had been expecting her to get that drunk and end up in his bed either. Which, she still couldn’t decide whether it had been a good idea or not, since she had only just accepted that she had gone and done it in the first place. She listened as he told her what he did for a living, laughing again when he said that he was surprised that she hadn’t heard of him before. “That’s probably because if something needs fixing I generally do it myself,” she replied, standing up with her now empty coffee cup and following him over to the kitchen when he went that way. Well, despite the fact that her dad could have afforded to have everything fixed at their house for them, he had preferred to do it himself, he said it reminded him of the days before he had gotten money and that it kept him grounded, which she understood. And growing up he had shown her and Talia how to do a lot of things for themselves… not wanting them to move out eventually and not even know how to change a light bulb, so as far as it went she only called people to come fix things if they were big. Or if it was her car. She couldn’t do much with them. mark | 490 | she's on fire - train | whee.

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