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Post by buckle2 on Jan 15, 2011 21:56:00 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Despite the gloomy weather that had been recurring in Addison, the day was rather pleasant as Bridger led her brother's 3 year old Hanvoerian stallion to the outdoor arena. A gentle breeze toyed with her loose hair as she walked along, lead rope in hand. The dark haired beauty closed her eyes momentarily and savored the feel of the sun against her tanned skin. She walked along in peace until the young horse she was leading decided that it was time to stop acting like a good boy. Mode quickly stopped in his tracks and yanked his head up, a shrill whinny escaping his lips. The stallion had noticed the other horses in the arena as they approached, and he wanted to play. Bridger's arm jerked upwards with his head, and she cried out in pain as it twisted uncomfortably. She quickly shook it off and yanked back with as much force as her small body could muster. "Don't be such an ass, Mode." She muttered a few choice words before coaxing the 17.2 hh bulldozer onwards. He happily obliged, ready to be in the arena. Bridger sighed to herself as she noticed how many people were actually in the arena. This was definitely going to be an interesting ride. Not that she cared about people watching her, actually, she like being the center of attention. Bridger just didn't want Mode to act up and hurt someone or their horse. The stallion could be quite unpredictable during practice. When it came to shows, the young boy was the model of excellence. Her daddy's money had paid for the best training England had to offer, and it showed. Where Mode lacking in manners, he made up in skill.
Bridger entered the arena confidently and checked her expensive English saddle before placing her small foot in the stirrup. Mode danced sideways in a playful manner and Bridger grumbled as she righted the stallion. In one swift movement, she had practically climbed up the side of the giant beast. Sure, Bridger was five feet eight inches, but she was no match for the tall Hanoverian. It took all of her strength just to get into the saddle. Once she settled herself and gathered the reins, Bridger pressed her leg into the horse's side and asked for a walk. Mode moved towards the rail out of habit and collected his head rather nicely. Brider smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. She had agreed to ride Wyatt's horses after he got a job in town and didn't have time every day to tend to them. The other two were solid horses, but Mode was the fiesty one. He knew he was something special, and he flaunted himself. The stallion was definitely a handful, but in the end, his training pulled him through.
Bridger's blue eyes scanned the arena slowly, looking for any familiar faces. When she saw none, she sighed a sigh of relief. Good, nobody to make fun of her when Mode humiliated her. She tightened her reins and sat a little taller in her saddle as she felt Mode's body tense. She relaxed her muscles as best as she could and focused on feeling the horse beneath her. With a light 'cluck' of her mouth, she applied a touch of leg pressure and the Hanoverian moved off into an extended trot. Bridger posted in time, making sure to keep her diagnals correct. After a few laps of this extended trot, she sat back in the saddle and Mode immediately slowed his pace, but not without adding a few annoyed head tosses. She giggled softly and patted the black horse's neck. "Good boy." She sat his trot with ease, used to it from all the pleasure training she had. Originally, Bridger and her twin were trained in Dressage and Jumping. When Wyatt began excelling in those areas of expertise, Bridger had decided to try something new. She began to train in Western Pleasure, and she was hooked. It became her passion, even though her skills for English riding were still intact. It was nice to be able to do both, but Bridger had sold her English horse in exchange for her current Western Pleasure/Reiner, Trigger Happy. Her parents would have bought her the horse anyways, but Bridger was trying to be more independent when it came to finances.
Bridger was jolted back to reality when Mode began to do a little jig beneath her. She tightened the reins and sat deeper in the saddle as the Hanoverian danced around, tossing his head. Bridger loosened the reins slightly and Mode yanked his head forward, breaking into a rockinghorse canter. Bridger pulled back on his head and the horse snorted, a light sheet of sweat beginning to form on his body. She muttered calming words to the horse and his ears pricked backwards in response. Mode slowed to a halt and gave a little cow kick before standing still again. Bridger had dodged a bullet there, but she wasn't exactly sure how long that was going to last. Mode was ready to go. She needed to jump him before he got too anxious and did something crazy.
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Post by blakee on Jan 16, 2011 8:08:22 GMT -8
[/font] "you left my side tonight, and i just don't feel right, but i can't let you out of sight."[/size][/color] Sweat dripped along Luke's back as he moved the heavy jumps towards the center of the arena. He had doffed his shirt long ago and hasn't bothered to put it back on when people began to arrive. For one thing, it was simply too hot and for another, he was outside and that made it okay in his mind. He stood and gave a huff and placed his hands on his hips in exhaustion. He nodded to the other man who had helped him move the last jump and he made his way across the arena to where Bacardi stood, lazily staring off at any mares that happen to walk by. The cur. Luke pulled a handkerchief from the back pocket of his Levi jeans and pulled it over his face as he approched the large Arabian stallion.
"Hey boy," he said softly, his breathing still heavy from the work. It had been five weeks since his mother dropped him off here to live with his uncle. So far, he had met a few people, made one friend and a lot of enemies. He couldn't help but laugh as he thought about the day at the mall though. Shaking his head, he ran his hand along Bacardi's neck. "Wanna go for a ride?" he said with a smile. The horse whinned in return. The two continued to get along as the days went on, but Luke sense that Bacardi was still on edge. Why wouldn't he be? Luke had left before, what would keep him from leaving again?
Untying Bacardi from the post, he walked him a bit. He nodded to the people leaving and spotted someone new entering. He couldn't help the smile that came over him and he let out a breathy laugh. Wonder if she still wanted to gut him after their incident at the mall. Luke watched Bridger for a long time, eyeing the way she handled the stallion and smirked at the other thoughts that ran through his head. But that wasn't going to happen any time soon considering their last meeting. He looked raised his eyebrow as the stallion looked annoyed for a moment, but then settled. Luke shook his head and turned to the exit. He lead Bacardi outside of the fence and lifted himself into the saddle. "Alright, bud, just a short one in here," he said more to himself rather than the horse. Luke had work outside of this arena back at the stables. Lovely.
The pair continued their way on the outside of the fence, not wanting to bother those on the inside with their antics. But that didn't seem to mean much to the black stallion. Luke caught Bacardi's head turn towards the other stallion on the inside of the fence and he snorted. "Yes, he's bigger than you.." Luke said, meaning to go into soothing words to keep the next thing from happening. In a moment, Bacardi was off, shooting around the ring. He flew passed Bridger and Luke couldn't help the whoop that escaped. He laughed and pulled the reins on his horse, slowing him. "Are you done?" he said with a shake of his head. The pair were too much alike and that included wanting to make themselves seem better than anyone else that was around. [/blockquote] DEAR GOD, YOU'VE TAKEN SO MANY OF MY FRIENDS AND LEFT ME HERE AT THE OUTDOOR ARENA. I NOW HAVE BRIDGER AND I AM PRAYING THAT YOU DON'T TAKE THEM, TOO. I AM FEELING SHABBY AND I CAN'T STAND IT. ONLY THREE DAYS GRACE IS MAKING THE PAIN SUBSIDE. [/justify]
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Post by buckle2 on Jan 16, 2011 12:20:38 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Bridger's attention was completely on the stallion beneath her as they rode around the outside of the arena. She didn't even notice the shirtless guy in the center of the arena. She blocked out everything from her mind, except for Mode and herself. The stallion was trained in Dressage, but his forte was definitely jumping. The Hanoverian could take on practically anything because of his size and fearlessness. Her blue eyes found the jumps in the center of the arena and she smiled slightly as Mode noticed them, as well. The black horse pricked his ears in anticipation and danced in place, tossing his head a few times in the direction of the jumps. Bridger was just about to angle him towards the jumps when another horse and rider flew past them at a dangerous speed. She heard a loud 'whoop' and rolled her eyes after letting out a few curse words. People were so stupid. She saw the other black stallion as it raced past her. The rider was male, and shirtless. Bridger admired his nicely muscled body for an instant before realizing who that nice body belonged to. Alarms flared in her mind as Bridger pulled Mode to a stop and shouted out angrily, "Watch where you're going, douchebag!" Suddenly, Bridger felt like punching something. Mode felt her body tense and he began to back up slowly towards the fence. Bridger loosened her reins and gave the stallion a kick, propelling him forward towards Luke.
Bridger eyed Luke as she approached, instantly angry at him. She didn't really have a reason...nothing had happened. However, it could have been bad and that was enough to piss her off. Wyatt would kill her if she came back and something had happened to Mode. Bridger scowled in his direction and spoke in a vicious tone, "Do you have any idea how much I can't stand you? That could have been so bad." Her words were icy as she shooked her dark head and sighed deeply. Yeah, she was being a jerk, but the incident at the mall didn't really help his case. Bridger usually got along with any guy, but Luke was the exception. He had insulted her anorexia issues and that was the one thing that had thrown her over the edge. It didn't help that he had the nerve to tell her to 'shoot him a text sometime.' Bridger was repulsed by the idea...even though he looked pretty damn sexy. Luke's body was sweaty from being in the sun, and if Bridger didn't despise him so much she might even admit to being attracted to him.
She studied the horse Luke was riding and nodded, "Nice horse." She wasn't one for giving compliments, but she knew a good horse when she saw one. Even if the owner was a pig. After saying that, she picked up her reins and tightened her legs on Mode. In response to a subtle kiss, Mode cantered off with excellent form towards the jumps in the center of the arena. Bridger shot Luke a smirk as if to say 'watch this, big shot.' The horse and rider approached the jump at a very collected, slow pace. Mode's ears pricked back as Bridger counted strides softly aloud. She moved into two point at the precise moment as they soared over the jump with feet to spare. Mode had a habit of overdoing it when it came to little jumps. He was a big show off. Bridger grinned to herself and patted his neck. Without another glance at Luke, she moved the rail and trotted a few circles before slowing to a walk.
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Post by blakee on Jan 16, 2011 12:40:55 GMT -8
LUKE 'FREAKIN' FERRARO [/font] "if you wanna get out alive, ohh run for your life."[/size][/color] Luke couldn't help but laugh whenever Bridger yelled at him the first time. There may be something mentally wrong with him that makes him react that way? Probably not. He wasn't taught to mind yourself. He raised his eyebrow as he patted Bacardi's neck. She was still attractive. There was no mistake about that. What drove him insane though, was that she knew she was attractive. He snorted and his smile disappeared for a moment whenever she had her horse charging him. He narrowed his eyes at the large horse and angled Bacardi to face him. He felt Bacardi's muscles tighten and he screamed at the other stallion, giving him a fair warning to stop. Luke was sure that the fence between them was the only thing that held the two horses away from each other and him away from Bridger.
The more Bridger yelled at her, the more Luke smiled. He couldn't help it, but she was actually fairly cute whenever she was angry and yelling at him. Besides, it also made him wonder what she was like whenever they would kiss and make up. He smirked and followed her eyes. For her, he pulled the rein's on Bacardi, making him turn and making his muscles move. He rolled his eyes at her as she went on about how bad it could've been. Yeah, yeah. That's why he was on the outside of the fence and not on the inside. If he had been, her precious thing wouldd have been eating dirt and so would she.
He nodded at the compliment about Bacardi. The stallion knew he was being talked about and his head came up and he snorted, eyeing the other stallion with anger. Luke watched Bridger bring her horse over a jump and land smoothly. There was something that made him wonder if Bacardi still had it in him to do a few short jumps. They'd done small ones this morning, but this was another foot.
Luke brought Bacardi back inside the fence and he noticed the crowd thinning out. It was down to him, Bridger, and two others circling around and trying at the jumps. He raised an eyebrow and moved after Bridger. He brought Bacardi close to her mount, and nudged her leg with his before trotting off towards the jumps. Bacardi approched the jump with arrogance plan on his face and Luke watched Bridger for a moment, letting Bacardi do his thing. He turned, bringing Bacardi over the jump and landing cleanly. He then brought himself back to Bridger's side, keeping a good foot in distance.
"I was on the outside of the fence, babe. No harm would have come to that brute. I wouldn't let Bacardi hurt him," he said with a smile. Bacardi snorted again, but Luke kept the reins tight. Now being next to the other stallion, he realized the two were almost even in height. Good. Not only would Bacardi feel better, but that also kept Luke at a higher height than Bridger and there was something that made him think that it would drive her insane to have to look up at him. "Would a kiss make it better?" he said with another smirk. [/blockquote] DEAR GOD, YOU'VE TAKEN SO MANY OF MY FRIENDS AND LEFT ME HERE AT THE OUTDOOR ARENA. I NOW HAVE BRIDGER AND I AM PRAYING THAT YOU DON'T TAKE THEM, TOO. I AM FEELING GOOD AND I CAN'T STAND IT. ONLY THREE DAYS GRACE IS MAKING THE PAIN SUBSIDE.
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Post by buckle2 on Jan 16, 2011 18:20:51 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Bridger averted her eyes quickly when Luke caught her staring at his toned body. She scowled slightly as he turned his horse, the muscles rippling as he pulled on the reins. Bridger couldnt help but stare. He was so attractive, but he was cocky as hell. Usually Bridger was all over guys that could match her in cockiness, but Luke was different. He was just teasing her. She ran a perfectly manicured hand through the dark curls and scratched softy at a rip in her designer jeans as Luke rubbed his leg against hers before riding towards the jump. Bridger glared after him as the pair took the jump easily. Luke's devilishly handsome smirk was enough to drive Bridger crazy. He thought he was all that. She guaranteed Mode could beat them in a jump off. The three year old was in his prime, and it was tough to compete with him. Bridger laughed a harsh laugh as Luke spoke about Bacardi not hurting her 'brute'. Clearly he didn't know a quality horse when he saw one. Mode was the best of the best. "Excuse me, but this brute could kick your ass any day. Quality training and talent is not something to mess with, babe."
Bridger noticed immediately that Luke was slightly taller than her as he brought his stallion closer. Mode pawed the ground anxiously and pinned his ears as the black horse approached. Bridger rubbed his neck gently and tightened her reins. She turned her head towards Luke and spoke in a low voice, "You wish, baby." Bridger leaned across the gap that was between their horses, her head turned slightly upwards. She raised her eyebrows as her face neared his own. A slight grin enveloped her features as she moved her lips to Luke's ear. Her lips brushed lightly against him as she whispered, "Maybe if you're a little nicer to me..." Bridger giggled softly before pulling back and pressing her heels into Mode's sides. The stallion lurched forward, and the unprepared rider slid from the horse's back onto the dirt. A squeal escaped her lips as she hit the ground and cussed out loud. Bridger's cheeks were flaming from embarrassment as she stood on shaky legs and fell back to the dirt. Great, Luke already thought she was one big joke. She turned in the dirt and shot him a mean scowl. "Do NOT laugh at me or I swear I'll..." Her voice trailed off as she turned back around and placed a hand in her cheek. She watched as Mode took off across the arena, looking rather pleased with himself.
Bridger stood from the ground and brushed her body off. Dirt fell from her clothes and she muttered a few words about her clothes being ruined. Honestly, that's what she gets for wearing a 700 dollar outfit to ride. She would never learn. Bridger set off across the arena after the stallion and sighed in frustration as he avoided her. The outdoor arena was large, and she knew she wouldn't catch him alone. She looked back to Luke desperately, pissed that she needed his help. He wod never let her live this down. Bridger stared at his body from across the arena, hating herself for even finding him attractive at all. She was not going to do anything with him, even if he did help her. Bridger was too stubborn for that, but if he got any hotter then she might just have to lay down her pride. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] TAG - Luke WORDS - lazy NOTES - done from my phone! Sorry for the suckage xD TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city. CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 OUTFIT - click
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Post by blakee on Jan 16, 2011 20:03:58 GMT -8
[/font] "i feel no sympathy, you lived inside a cave! you barely get by the rest of us, you're trying, there's no need to apologize, Iive got no time for feeling sorry!"[/size][/color] Luke put his hands in the air in mock surrender. "Oh of course, sweetheart. I would never want to challenge you and your fine horse.. not to jumps anyway," he said with another grin as something slipped into his mind. "But how about you jump off of him and ride a real stallion, huh?" he said, laughing softly. Half of that comment was a joke and the other half was somewhat hope. He knew there was something about Bridger that would keep him around. Perhaps it was that he knew he could wind her up and get her steamed, or maybe it was simply because he found her attractive and wanted a shot with her in bed. That wasn't clear to even him yet and he would leave those thoughts for a later time for him to decipher. He had to admit though, she had a fine horse and he was trained. Bacardi wasn't. All Bacardi knew was a few small things because of Luke and his uncle messing around, but Arabians were fast and that was Bacardi's job.
A chill rushed along Luke's spine and the burning sun didn't feel so hot anymore. He inhailed deeply, catching the smell of her and the feel of her breath against his ear. "Mmmm," he hummed with content and turned to look at her, having his face close to her's before she pulled away. Darn. He was actually going to go for it too. Oh well. He then witnessed possibly the best thing that could have ever happened. He watched Bridger's horse take off in a flurry and race across the arena to, well... No one. He raised his eyebrow. Where had everyone gone? Luke stopped Bacardi and tried hard to contain himself, but her threat made thigns even better. He grunted, holding back his laugh, but struggled. "Or you'll what?" he said with another grin.
He looked off after the other stallion. He clicked Bacardi's sides softly and trotted after the other stallion and Luke's eyes became focused. He dug his heels into Bacardi's sides and the pair thundered across the arena before slowing. Bacardi screamed in anger at the other stallion, but managed to keep himself from rearing and showing his height. Luke forced Bacardi to turn, angling so the other horse had only one direction to go and that was towards Bridger.
Luke brought Bacardi close to the other horse's side and reached out, snatching the reins and pulling tightly. He patted Bacardi on the side of the neck before bringing Bridger back her mount. He slid off Bacardi's back to land next to her, purposly leaving little room between them. "I believe this is your's," he said, extending the reins to her. He cleared his throat and his eyes went hard. "I meant what I said.. About being sorry. If I had known, I wouldn't have brought it up." Luke turned away from Bridger again, showing his back and shoulders. The white scars that dragged across his shoulders and down his back stood out sharply against his now copper back due to the unforgiving sun, but the thought had slipped his mind.
He patted Bacardi's neck again before turning around and facing Bridger once more. He half smiled, the scar on the right side of his jawline pulling tight. "Don't worry.. That will be our little secret." [/blockquote] DEAR GOD, YOU'VE TAKEN SO MANY OF MY FRIENDS AND LEFT ME HERE AT THE OUTDOOR ARENA. I NOW HAVE BRIDGER AND I AM PRAYING THAT YOU DON'T TAKE THEM, TOO. I AM FEELING GREAT AND I CAN'T STAND IT. ONLY PARAMORE IS MAKING THE PAIN SUBSIDE. [/justify]
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Post by buckle2 on Jan 16, 2011 20:31:14 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Bridger's eyebrows raised slightly as she listened to Luke's words. "Oh of course, sweetheart. I would never want to challenge you and your fine horse.. not to jumps anyway. But how about you jump off of him and ride a real stallion, huh?" She couldn't help but give him a small grin at that comment. He had nerve, that was for sure. Most guys didn't even have the guts to flirt with her. She was always so out of their league, but Luke apparently didn't think so. She didn't know whether or not to admire his confidence or be offended by the fact that he found her easy. She did take slight comfort in the fact that he didn't challenge her to a jump off. Maybe he finally realized that his Arabian was no match for Mode. Bridger hoped that was the case. For some reason it made her feel better knowing that he knew he wouldn't win at something. "Are you scared? Don't think you can handle this?" She gestured to herself and Mode, her hand landing on her thigh. The rip in her jeans was getting bigger, and Bridger knew that the jeans were for sure ruined. A flash of annoyance crossed her face. These were her favorite jeans, too.
Bridger's lips formed into a sly grin as she heard Luke hum into her ear. A slight chill ran down her spine at the feel of him so close to her. His musky scent was intoxicating and it took all she had to even pull away. As much as she told herself she didn't like him, it sure was hard to keep herself away from him. She appreciated a hot body when she saw one, and it didn't help that he was actually pretty funny. Before Bridger could even finish her thoughts about Luke, she was in the dirt and sputtering. The scowl returned to her face as he teased her, wanting to know just what exactly she would do to him. In reality, she had no idea. Her words were empty threats, and she knew that with one move from him, she'd be at his mercy. "Oh, shut up." She rolled her eyes and watched as Luke turned Bacardi to go after Mode. Part of her was grateful, but part of her wanted to wipe away his smug grin. Anywho, she nodded when he handed her the reins and slid from his horse, landing just inches away from her.
Bridger's head reeled at the closeness, and all she could do was nod when he spoke. Her eyes were fixed on his as the words ran through her brain. "I meant what I said.. About being sorry. If I had known, I wouldn't have brought it up." She muttered a shaky, "I know." Bridger was suprised at the sincerity in his voice, and she actually believed his words. The eye contact was broken when Luke turned around to face his horse. Bridger barely held back a gasp at the sight of the scars on his back. How had she not noticed those before? She wanted to reach out and touch them, but just as her hand raised slightly, Luke was back around facing her. Her curious hand landed on his bare chest and eyes shot open in embarrassment. Why was she getting so embarrassed around him? She was usually the definition of calm and collected. She wasn't too sure she liked how he was making her feel.
Her small hand lingered for a moment as she eyed the scar on his jaw. She was curious as to how he had gotten them, but she didn't want to ask in case it was a sensitive subject for him. Forgetting that her hand was even on his body, she took a step closer and raised her other hand to his head, running it through his hair gently. "And which part are we keeping a secret, babe?" She giggled softly and stared into his dark, hard eyes. Somehow, his second apology had changed the way she saw him. Most guys didn't have the guts to tell a girl how they really felt. Although it was a minor thing, Bridger respected Luke for it. In that moment, she knew that if he tried anything she would give in.
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Post by blakee on Jan 16, 2011 20:50:02 GMT -8
It was the gasp that made it all disappear. Within seconds, Luke was cold again and his muscles tensed under her touch. He narrowed his eyes, but it wasn't out of anger for her. Not at all. She hadn't done it. It wasn't her fault. It was his self concious sneaking up on him and preparing itself to attack. His eyes fell to look upon the small hand that was resting against his sticky chest. She knew and that was already too much. How could he be so stupid? He grunted softly and looked over her shoulder, searching frantically for the white tee shirt that hung over a post somewhere. He hook his thumb into the rim of his jeans and yanked them up a bit, attempting to hide another scar in his hip. That one remained a secret and could be passed off as a birth mark. The others couldn't. And she knew..
But he couldn't be angry. Not with himself. Not with anyone. He watched how her face flushed and he couldn't help but smile and his face softened. She was a pretty thing and suddenly his heart was thundering away in his chest. He figured that any other time, he could play things off, but now Bridger was close and she would know each time he got excited. There was no hiding anything now. He sighed, looking up from her hand. His eyes trailed along her forearm and up to her shoulder, over her collar bone and along her pretty neck, around her jaw bone and over her cheeks before resting back on her own shielded eyes.
He knew that his eyes were closed off and hiding. Luke prided himself in being able to hide away every emotion that he had and not share anything with anyone. No one needed to know anything about him and that's how it would remain. But right here and now, being this close to someone who... No. How could she possibly know how it felt? To live on your own and fight for everything you could get in order to survive. But his mouth betrayed him and the words came like air. "They're from fights.. from back home," he said simply and left it at that. Perhaps another time he would tell her everything, but now.. He didn't know if she could even handle that. The fact of the matter is that Bridger was dealing with someone who had almost killed a person and for some reason, Luke didn't want her to know because he didn't want her to leave. Cheesy as hell.
Luke smiled again when her hand ruffled through his hair. He laughed softly and raised his right hand, wrapping his fingers around her frail hand. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers once. His face went soft for a single moment. Bacardi bumped into Luke's back, sending him foward and completely against Bridger. What is this? A movie? Christ, he thought, but still.. "I won't kiss you unless you tell me to," he said. The words came before he could stop them. What was he doing?
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Post by buckle2 on Jan 16, 2011 21:23:16 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Bridger could feel the sudden change in Luke. His relaxed muscles tensed underneath her touch, and she jerked back slightly before placing her hand back on his sweaty chest. Her perfeclty sculpted eyebrows knit together at his reaction and she lowered her head slightly. Her eyes followed his hands to the loops of his jeans, and Bridger watched as he pulled his pants up slightly and looked behind her. She didn't understand the sudden mood change, but she knew it had something to do with the scars on his back and jaw. She guessed that he had more, and it was something that he was very self concious about. In all honesty, Bridger didn't care about the scars. She was more focused on the fact that she was in such a close proximity to Luke. She found it hard to believe that this was the same guy that had infuriated her at the mall. A few days ago, the thought of touching him would have repulsed her. Now it was all she wanted. She didn't understand it, but she had a feeling Luke didn't either. Actually, Bridger didn't really want to understand it.
A soft smile played on her full lips as Luke's eyes traveled up her arm and to her face. When their eyes met, she frowned slightly at the pain and hardness she saw in his own. She was just about to pull away when Luke's words drew her back in. They were so simple, but explained everything. Sure, she had some questions, but it was enough. "They're from fights...from back home." Bridger nodded slowly, deciding not to prod him any further. She could tell that was hard enough for him to share. Her pale blue eyes searched his as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers softly. Bridger smiled at this act and ran her thumb along the scar on his jaw. Her slender arms wrapped around his back tenderly, her fingers tracing the scars gently. His skin was hot beneath her fingers as she pressed her body a little closer to his. She laughed softly as Luke was pushed forward into her, their two bodies now as close as possible. She saw his face soften momentarily before returning to its normal coldness. God, he was beautiful. Bridger sighed deeply before resting her head on his sweaty chest. She didn't mind at all.
Bridger pulled back slightly, tipping her chin up at him. "The scars make you even more beautiful to me..." His words rang through her ears as she pondered his statement. Did she want him to kiss her? Of course she did, but was she ready for this? Bridger placed a small hand on his cheek and nodded softly before speaking, "Kiss me..." She barely whispered the words as she stared into his cold eyes. Her mind raced with thoughts of running away, but something held her in that spot. Her frail body pressed against his as she waited for him to make a move. Bridger couldn't believe what she was doing, but she felt so drawn to him...and she liked it.
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Post by blakee on Jan 16, 2011 21:47:03 GMT -8
She understood and that made his heart go again. She wouldn't ask. She didn't have to and Luke felt sweet relief at not having to explain anything. He didn't want her to know about that. About his mother and what he was doing in Addison. It was bad enough that everyone back home knew, but not her. It had only been a few days ago whenever the two had yelled at each other in a food court inside of a crowded mall. It seemed so far away now as he looked at her. He traced her jawline with his eyes and lingered on her lips for a long moment. It was easy to see why she had the confidence that she did. She was something that many could only hope for.
Luke was suddenly protective of her as she wrapped her arms around him. He stiffened as she traced her fingers over his scars, but he forced himself to relax. Curiosity was all. And she didn't do them. She wasn't the cause of the pain that came with them, but maybe she could make them better. He sighed and let his own arms wrap around her tiny waist. So small and so frail. She was so easy to break but something harsh. Something like him. He looked up at her again, his eyes flickering all over her flawless face. She was different. He would continue to think back to that day in the mall when he finally held himself and didn't yell. Some day, he would tell her about that and how he has a terrible temper and how it was an amazing thing that he hadn't screamed and overturned a table.
"The scars make you even more beautiful to me..." The words made him dizzy and he felt his chest thunder again. Beautiful? He almost snorted, but held back. Beauty was something that showed it. It was color and life and something pretty. Not sweat and anger and skin that had been sewn together over and over again. Those things weren't beauty. She was. He ran his hand over her soft shoulder and brushed her dark hair over her shoulder and watched the way the slight breeze took it. He was silenced, but he had so much that he wanted to say, but his mouth was going against him and he couldn't make words form.
He swallowed hard and nerves overtook him. Luke felt his shoulders tighten again from stress. "Kiss me.." It was an open invitation. It was something that said that she was willing and that he didn't have to work any harder for her. She was there and his to take. But did he want that? The thoughts that gripped Luke's mind was more than he could handle at the moment and he fought to push them all back. Things rushed together and he attempted to sort them out. What did this mean? A kiss was a kiss, sure. But was it different because they were so close and it happened so slowly? Was it different because they were alone and it wasn't hot and heavy?
He pressed his lips against her's and pulled her against him, feeling her heart against his own chest. It wasn't long, but Luke quickly pulled away. He stepped back, out of her reach, away from Bridger's hands. He stood, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He thought for a long time before speaking. "Look, Bridger.. I don't know what any of this means. But.. I.. can't..." he trailed off. Can't what exactly? "We... we just can't. I think it's better if we stay friends."
Fear gripped Luke tightly and didn't let go and a pain took over his chest as he turned away from him and made his way across the arena and snatched his shirt quickly from the rail and pulled it on, sighing now that he was covered. The memories of pain came back and he shook his head at the abandonment and he felt the scar on his hip. He didn't need another one because someone sucked him in and used him as their toy.
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Post by buckle2 on Jan 16, 2011 22:17:46 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Bridger's eyes traced the features of his face as she felt his arms snake around her tiny waist. He was so big compared to her. She felt self consious of her body size, and she momentarily began to pull away. The thought of his feeling her bony hips embarrassed her, and Bridger ducked her head. Anorexia wasn't something that she had planned on. Even though she was doing better now, it still haunted her every single meal. The pressure was more than she could bare, and Bridger found herself locked in her room crying most times the stress got to her. Sure, she put on a brave face in public because she didn't want anyone to see her weakness. The thought of people actually knowing who she was scared the hell out of her. Luke's eyes seemed to be staring into her soul, and Bridger melted under his gaze. He probably thought she was just some slut who threw herself at guys to feel important. Bridger knew that she kind of was, but with Luke it was different. She'd never been with a guy that actually respected her and didn't just jump her when they got the chance. She felt..safe with Luke. She remembered back to the mall when they had gotten in the fight. It was crowded that day, and people had stared as they screamed at eachother from across the table. They had just met, too. What was different now? Was it the fact that they weren't trying to put on a show for other people? Or was it maybe because they actually felt something for eachother? Bridger found that one hard to believe, yet the feeling inside her told her otherwise.
Bridger leaned into his touch as his hand stroked her shoulder and brushed away her hair. A chill went up and down her spine as she shuddered involuntarily from his gentle touch. He didn't seem capable of such affection, but clearly he was. Bridger felt his muscles tighten momentarily before Luke kissed her. She felt her body against his as his arms pulled her close. Her right hand reached for the back of his head and she pressed her lips onto his eagerly. The kiss was short and ended abruptly as Luke pulled away. Bridger's eyes flashed with hurt as his words registered. "Look, Bridger.. I don't know what any of this means. But.. I.. can't...We... we just can't. I think it's better if we stay friends." It felt like a slap in the face, and Bridger turned away slightly, her head hanging. Tears welled in her big eyes, threatening to drop at any moment. She wiped at them furiously as she watched Luke retreat across the arena and put his shirt on. The minute the fabric covered him, a look of relief flashed across his features. Bridger sighed and turned to look at Mode before walking slowly after Luke. She didn't understand. He was the one who had wanted to kiss her first? Was she really that repulsive? He had made it pretty clear at the mall that her anorexia was a problem, but she thought they were past that after his two apologies.
Bridger approached Luke hesitantly, for she could see the anger and frustration in his eyes. She choked back a few tears as she attempted to speak, "I'm sorry I'm so skinny, Luke. I didn't know it repulsed you that much.." Her words were harsh and filled with hurt as she turned to walk away. "I don't think I can be your friend." Bridger shook her head slowly and began to walk back across the arena towards Mode. She knew she was making a mistake when she had told him to kiss her. Why did it hurt so bad then? Especially since this was the same guy that she strongly disliked a few days earlier. She realized that he was struggling with his own issues, but wasn't everone? Bridger wiped at her face and sniffled a little before straightening. She wasn't going to let this get her down. She was too strong for that. No guy was worth her tears.
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Post by blakee on Jan 16, 2011 22:37:48 GMT -8
Repulsed? What? Luke spun around quickly and watched Bridger walk away. No.. No no no. Not what he meant. Damnit. He paused in midstep. He wanted more. That much he did know. But what the hell did it all mean? There were too many questions that were going through his head. And where those tears? He hadn't meant to do that. Not in the least bit. He hadn't mean to hurt her. In fact, he wanted to get away so it didn't happen. She was throwing him off and making him forget a lot of things, but how long before those memories came back and made him act again like he did before? Luke watched her as she stalked away and shook his head. He had two options.. Watch the only person who he didn't scream at walk away, or go after her.
"Bridger! Bridger, no!" He scrambled after her, fighting for purchase in the lose dirt. He ran around her, placing his hands on her upper arms for a moment and just stared and then he dropped his hands. After that, who knew if she wanted him touching her. "Th- That's not what I mean. You don't repulse me at all, Bridger. You're the most georgous person I have ever seen and- and when you were so close.. I just.. I didn't know what to do." He stumbled over his words, looking for something to make sense of anything. He grumbled in frustration and turned away again, his hands on his head as he tried to force himself to focus on what exactly he was trying to say. What was he attempting to get across to her? He sighed and his shoulders sagged as he turned to face her again.
Luke's mouth was open and he closed the gap between them again and looked into the blue eyes of the only person he felt vulnerable with. The next thing that came was a slew of words that didn't have an end in sight.
"I don't know what to do. One minute you hate me and can't stand me because I am the biggest ass hole there is and I know you hate me.. but I can't get you out of my head because I've got a damn anger problem and I didn't yell at you. I didn't throw anything because you were there. And I never meant to make a stab at your weight. It has nothing to do with that, Bridger. Please look at me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. You're the only person who has made me feel like this. The last time I got caught up in this... I just don't want to be at the losing side of this, Bridger. I won't be someone's toy again." Luke huffed and he searched her eyes for something. Anything that would show that things were okay. Idiocy was one thing that he knew he contained, but not this bad. Then again, when was the last time he felt anything for a girl beyond wanting her in bed?
He held his hands out to her and they trembled. "It's not because of your weight, Bridger. You're beautiful to me.." he said, his voice going hoarse. His mind raced again with everything that was going on and what he had said. What did all of this mean? Why now? He'd only had two encounters with this girl and already she had him going over the deep end. Jesus. "Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't.. Please don't cry.." Luke's jaw muscles flexed and then relaxed and flexed again and his chest heaved under his white shirt. In that moment, Luke was taken back to a time when he looked at his mother after that ass hole hit her and he told her that she was worth something good. Someone that would treat her right. Now he was here with Bridger and apologizing again.
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Post by buckle2 on Jan 16, 2011 23:15:22 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] She had almost made it across the arena when Bridger heard Luke running after her. She wasn't planning on stopping, but his large hands on her arms held her back. Relief flashed across her face when he let go of her, but she stayed put and listened to what he had to say. "Th- That's not what I mean. You don't repulse me at all, Bridger. You're the most georgous person I have ever seen and- and when you were so close.. I just.. I didn't know what to do." Bridger's eyes softened as he tried to fix the situation. She didn't really think it was that hard of a concept..She had even told him to kiss her. He had done okay until he panicked and retreated across the freaking arena. However, she understood his confusion because hers mirrored his. As much as she wanted him, she knew that they would never work out. They were both too screwed up. Bridger feared commiting to anybody longer than one night. If she could, she would love to have someone to love her and protect her, but this wasn't a fairytale. Life didn't have happy endings. Bridger was living proof of that.
She watched anxiously as Luke struggled to find his words. The frustrated look on his face pained Bridger as she stared at him, her eyes sad. When he finally did speak, she stared at the dirt, unable to make eye contact with him out of a fear of crying. His words spilled out quickly and Bridger listened to every syllable, hoping that it would fix things. "I don't know what to do. One minute you hate me and can't stand me because I am the biggest ass hole there is and I know you hate me.. but I can't get you out of my head because I've got a damn anger problem and I didn't yell at you. I didn't throw anything because you were there. And I never meant to make a stab at your weight. It has nothing to do with that, Bridger." Bridger fought back tears at his words, but a sigh of relief escaped her frail body. "Please look at me..." She raised her head and her eyes found his in an instant. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. You're the only person who has made me feel like this. The last time I got caught up in this... I just don't want to be at the losing side of this, Bridger. I won't be someone's toy again." Bridger nodded slowly, unable to speak. She processed the words, trying to make sense of it all. When she did finally muster up the courage, her words were soft, almost a whisper, "I don't hate you...I should, but I don't." She found his eyes and willed him to believe her. "I know you think I'm just a slut...and maybe I am, but I've never had anyone that was willing to try something more. Guys view me as a piece of meat to use for one night. It's scary, Luke.." Her voice trailed off as she contemplated how to address his admitting to having an anger problem. "I don't know what's so special about me, but if you didn't get angry then don't you think it would be good to have me?" It made sense in her mind, but she wasn't sure what Luke thought about it. Clearly it was a sensitive subject for him.
"I know you didn't mean it about the anorexia..I'm just really sensitive about it. I never wanted it to happen, ya know. I didn't have the best childhood, either. Sure, my parents were loaded, but they never loved me. I found attention by sleeping around." A tear slid down her cheek as she looked away and continued speaking, "You don't know how many guys I've been with...but none of them make me feel like you do, Luke. I feel so safe when I'm in your arms, like none of those bad guys can ever touch me..." She sounded cheesy, but it was how she was really feeling. Luke was doing strange things to her, but somehow she didn't care. Bridger wondered what he meant about being someone's toy again, but she didn't have the energy to get into it. Her eyes softened as she stared back into Luke's. She wanted everything to be okay, but at this point, she didn't want to be his friend. She was falling for a perfect stranger, and not just to get laid. When Luke reached out his hands, Bridger stumbled into his arms, her weight falling into him. She buried her face into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. She didn't care if he didn't want her..She wanted to be near him and just cry. When Luke told her that she was beautiful to him, Bridger felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks. The front of his shirt was damp and her makeup was smeared across it. He had no idea how good it was for her to hear that from a guy that wasn't trying to undress her. When he told her not to cry, she pulled away and lifted her tank top, exposing her tanned stomach. She used the shirt to wipe at her eyes, getting rid of most of the liquid there. She could feel his muscles tightening as she held on to him. After few minutes of this embrace, Bridger pulled away and staggered backwards. Her eyes were swollen from crying as she averted her eyes, embarrassed by her weakness. She muttered quitely, half to herself, and half to Luke, "I don't hate you...at all."
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Post by blakee on Jan 17, 2011 8:40:14 GMT -8
[/font] [/size][/color] There was a breath that Luke had been holding for a long time and the air finally came out in a rush. "I don't hate you..." That was enough for him and he felt his knees tremble and he fought to remain standing. There was something different here and he couldn't put his finger on it. Was it because she didn't ask questions? Or because she was okay with how he was? Or most of all, was Luke so attracted to her because they were so much alike in so many ways? He couldn't help himself whenever his mind would unwillingly travel to her. This had been the first time he had seen her since the mall and already, he had blown it. This wasn't how he had planned it all out. But then again, what had he planned for?
His mouth popped open at the truth of him thinking she was a slut. Well, could he argue that? No. She was exactly like him, only she looked to guys for comfort. He looked to girls who he could use for one time and then be out the next morning before they even woke up. No names left. No numbers given. No idea who it was that they had just been with. The saddest part was whenever he was their first time and he knew it, yet he did it anyway with promises of never leaving.
"It's scary, Luke..." His eyes harddened again and he looked up at her, his brow furrowed. She had more to say and so he would keep his mouth shut until she was done. When she finally came to addressing about it being good to have her, he nodded his head and drew in another deep breath. "Bridger.. I don't want to use you. I don't want to treat you bad. Not anymore. You've made it very clear that you can actually feel something," he said softly, lifting his hand to brush the hair from her face, but he stopped and dropped the hand back down to his side. There was a line drawn there now and he didn't know if he should cross it. "I would like to have you, Bridger. But I never know when I'll get angry again. I don't want you around when I do." Shame was apparent in his voice and he let his head hang and he rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't want her anywhere near him whenever he turned into a piece of rage that knew no boundries.
Luke sighed softly and barried his face into her hair when she wrapped her tiny arms around him. How could this possibly work? She was so small and so gentle. He was so large and so.. not. Everything here screamed that it wouldn't work out and still, he didn't want to let her go. He felt his shirt grow moist with her tears and he tightened his hug only a bit. Could he break her? He smiled whenever she wiped away the tears and for once, his smile was genuine. Not harsh, not cocky. But she pulled away too quickly and the smile vanished because of her absence against him. The air touched where she had been and it was cold. His mind still spun with the smell of her hair and the emotions that were running through him. Everything would work out, right? Things would be okay, right? For a little, sure. But could she keep herself from sleeping around more? Could he keep himself from sleeping around?
He stepped forward a little, holding out his hand to her again. It was only a few seconds, but it was taking too long and Luke closed the gap between them once again and pulled her into him. He carefully lifted his hands and placed them on her soft, delicate cheeks so she would look at him and he smiled at her. "I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise." He kissed her softly and knew the answer to the question. Yes, he could keep himself from sleeping around if he could keep her. [/blockquote] NOTES: holy bejesus. she turned him into a blubbery mess. [/justify]
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Post by buckle2 on Jan 17, 2011 19:36:16 GMT -8
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Bridger's attention was soley on Luke as he spoke in a deep voice. "Bridger.. I don't want to use you. I don't want to treat you bad. Not anymore. You've made it very clear that you can actually feel something." She shook her head forcefully and her eyebrows knit together as she studied his expression. Was he really worried about using her? Was he aware of how many guys she had used to get to the top in her career? Bridger wasn't where she was today without a little manipulation. She was ashamed to admit it to Luke, so she decided to keep her mouth shut about it. She didn't think he was in it to just use her. If he was, he would have already undressed her by now. Bridger's voice was shaky as she thought about what to say, "I don't think you are using me...I want to help you. If me being there caused you to stay calm, shouldn't we at least figure it out?" She didn't understand how her presence had caused him not to flip out, but she was glad it did. It made her feel useful and important.
"I would like to have you, Bridger. But I never know when I'll get angry again. I don't want you around when I do." His voice pulled her away from her thoughts, and Bridger sighed. He wanted her. That simple statement sent a sense of relief through her body as she saw his hand reach for her face. She closed her eyes, anticipating his touch, and she sighed when it didn't come. Great, he felt like he couldn't even touch her now. Bridger lowered her head and twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. "You can have me, Luke. I don't care if you'll get angry. I'm a big girl..I can handle it. I promise." Her words were sincere, and she meant every one of them. She could handle someone getting angry. Her parents had fought all the time when she was younger. She could take the screaming, but she wasn't sure if she could handle it if he got violent. She knew Luke wouldn't hurt her on purpose, but anger lead people to do things they normally wouldn't.
Bridger leaned into his embrace and buried her head into his muscular chest. She breathed in deeply, the smell of Luke filling her mind. She could stand there all day and just be with him. Thoughts of confusion swept through her mind as she stood, wrapped in his arms. Why did she have these feelings for him? Bridger never let herself get caught up in a guy. It was too dangerous. Committing to someone scared the hell out of her, but it was a little easier with Luke. Could she keep herself from getting with other guys to find comfort? In that moment, she felt like Luke was the only comfort she would ever need. His strong arms around her made her feel safer than she had ever felt before. Bridger sighed deeply and pulled back, staring into Luke's eyes. It was a short amount of time before he reached his hands out and pulled her body into his again. She smiled into his chest and she felt his hands find her face, making it face his own. She closed her eyes softly and melted into him as his lips found her own. His words rang in her ears as she kissed him back. "I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise." The words comforted her and her hands wrapped around his body, clinging to his back as her lips moved in time with his. All she could think, see, and feel was Luke. Bridger didn't want it any other way. It felt so right being with him, lost in an embrace. She knew she could forget every other guy out there for him.
The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but Bridger forced herself to pull away. She opened her bright eyes and stared into Luke's dark ones. She pressed her lips softly to his in a tender and affection way that was short, but to the point. Her soft hand reached up to his tanned face and stroked the scar on his jaw tenderly. Bridger stood on her toes and kissed the scar, her lips lingering. She wanted to see all of his scars, and she wanted him to tell her the whole story. Bridger's face tipped up slightly so she could look at him full on. She placed her mouth next to his ear and spoke in a tender voice, "I'm yours, Luke.." She kissed her neck slowly, knowing that he would keep his promise about protecting her. Bridger always put on a front, and she was never herself with anyone...except Luke. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] TAG - Luke WORDS - lazy NOTES - She's a mess, too! TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city. CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 OUTFIT - click
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