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Post by lucian on Feb 27, 2011 16:49:12 GMT -8
 i don’t want to touch you too much, baby
COS MAKING LOVE TO YOU MIGHT DRIVE ME CRAZY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Lucian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, ducking his head and glancing out his car’s window to peer up at the light blue house. He’d pulled up in the drive-way two minutes ago, but he was eager for the evening to begin, making it seem like two years instead. Leaning back, he reached into his black leather jacket’s pocket, bringing out his phone and texting her a quick ‘hurry it along’ message. He ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling and keeping his eyes on the house as he watched her pass by what he knew was her bedroom window, her dark frame outlined in the light against the curtains that were drawn. He raised a brow as she pulled them back, blowing him a kiss and wiggling her fingers at him before ducking back. It didn’t help that she had no shirt on, and just a black bra. He pursed his lips, grinning despite himself and glancing down at his phone as it vibrated on his thigh. He picked it up and looked at her answering text: “good things come to those who wait! ;)”. He read it aloud, suddenly feeling like someone poured hot water down his back. He better get good things. Chuckling under his breath, he flipped through the rest of his messages, seeing that his sister had called and gotten voice-mail a few hours before. He contemplated listening to it, but he glanced up and saw Kaitlyn coming out the front door, and quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket, promptly forgetting everything else in favor of how she looked walking toward him a loose, but figure-clinging dark blue dress.
His eyes rested on her hips as she walked, and he almost forgot what he was doing in her drive-way and why they shouldn’t just go inside and re-celebrate his birthday that passed a few days ago. Blinking, he got out of the car, grinning at her as he passed the front of his Challenger and opened her door, gesturing for her to get in.
“How do I look?” she asked him a low murmur, smiling at him with bright eyes only a slightly lighter shade than her dress.
“Beautiful, as always,” he answered, letting his eyes roam down from her face and to her plunging neckline, lingering there before he raised a brow deviously.
He heard her soft laugh as she carefully slid into her seat before glancing up at him, grinning faintly. “I thought you’d like it.”
He looked her over again, shutting the door as he mumbled, “What’s not to like?” He just barely heard her laugh again as he hut the door, crossing over to the driver’s side quickly and sliding into his own seat. He started the engine, simply turning the key which was already in the ignition, resting a hand on the top of her headrest and peering out the back window as he pulled out her drive-way. He watched her smooth her dress down over her thighs out of the corner of his eye, and once the car was in forward and he was turning the corner from her street, he leaned back and glanced over at her. She raised her brow at him, grinning.
The car ride was relatively quiet, the two trading easy words about their days which easily went right over his head. At one point she slid her hand into his, and he squeezed back as she smiled at him.
He pulled up into a parking space once they were at Gianna & Giovanni’s, killing the engine and getting out. Crossing over to her side, he opened the door, and she waited for him to do so. He remembered a time when she used to get out on her own, and he’d tell her to sit her ass back down cos it was his job to open the door and not hers. He didn’t care if she was humoring him so long as she let him do it. He took her hand as she got out, and couldn’t help but look her over, which, of course, didn’t escape her notice.
“I have a surprise for you later,” she whispered up at him, and he squeezed her hand tighter, hiding his reaction to her words. Bending low, he brushed aside her thick, curly hair that he loved to press his lips to her ear lightly.
“If you want to make it through dinner to eat, I suggest you behave yourself, missy,” he murmured, grinning as she shivered lightly.
He opened the door to the restaurant for her, allowing a father and daughter in as well before following, taking Kaitlyn’s hand and leading up to the registration table. He gave them his, waiting and brushing his fingers through Kaitlyn’s hair absent-mindedly before they lead the two off toward a darker, but candlelit, corner of the restaurant. He slid into the booth and took the menus, passing one to her and looking across the table at her. She had no idea what he had planned.
“So, what do you think you’re going to get? I’m paying, by the way, so I don’t want to see any credit cards or the mounds of cash you stuff in your bra coming out,” he said casually, opening his menu and looking it over.
lucian garner • 910 words • for kaitlyn only • omg. this post, almost died laughing several times writing it. missed my cian! ♥
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Post by kaitlynmchail on Feb 27, 2011 21:58:22 GMT -8
i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like. - - - - - - - - - -
She loved him. She truly did with all her heart. Sitting on her bed, she stared at the three different dresses that she had laid out. She never expected to be this way, so smitten and adoring- the thought of commitment to someone had scared her for so long. There had been many times where she had found herself running when it got that way, when attachment began to seal in her heart. No matter how many times she had ran, no matter what she did- somehow they continued to fall back in to each others lives. She figured out years ago that she didn't want it to be any other way, she always wanted him. The thought made her smile, just thinking about him. It was ridiculous, laughing at her own naivity and foolishness, she felt like she was in high school all over again. Running her fingers through the thick brown curls that fell down past her chest, she pondered at the dresses in front of her. Black had been opted out, and now she couldn't decide between light blue, dark blue or red. Although she was leaning more to the blues right now, rather than the red.
The sound of her cell phone vibrating against her bedside table made her stand up, wandering over there she looked at her screen. It read: "One new message from Lucian". Smiling a bit wider and laughing to herself, he was early of course, just as she had expected. Holding her phone in her left hand and wandering over to her window that overlooked the driveway, she drew back the curtains and grinned at him, raising a brow. Blowing him a kiss and wiggling her fingers at him, telling him to be patient she drew the curtains back and walked back over to the dresses that were still laying on her bed. Deciding on the dark blue one, she quickly wrote back a text in reply to his: "Good things come to those who wait! ;)". Laughing to herself, she slid in to the tight fitting dress. Standing in front of her mirror, she smoothed it out and studied her reflection for a moment. Pale, clear skin and bright blue eyes stared back at her. Decided that if she waited any longer Lucian would just honk his horn until she walked out, she grabbed a pair of black heels and her bag before making her way out.
Even with the heels, Kaitlyn was still tiny when she stood beside him. Locking her door and venturing over the familiar Challenger, her smile widened as he climbed out and studied her. When he returned the grin, her heart fluttered in her chest and adoration was plainly seen in her face. "How do I look?" She said to him in a quiet murmur, smiling at him teasingly. His reply made her smile, and she couldn't help but to laugh under her breath as his gaze wandered down her dress. "I thought you'd like it," she told him as she slid in to the car. Studying him as he climbed in, he looked as handsome as ever. Smoothing down the dark blue dress over her thighs, she set her bag down at her feet while reaching over do up her seat belt. Staring out the window as the familiar scenery blurred along, reaching over and taking his warm hand in her own. She loved being with him, she loved just being around him even if they just sat in the silence. Just being around him comforted her, stealing a glance in his direction she smiled to herself.
She wasn't too shocked when they pulled in to the Italian place. He knew her all too well. Crossing her legs and waiting for him to cross over and open the door for her, she had learned over the years that he would honestly lift her up and put her back in the car. Sliding out as he opened the door, she took his hand in her own once more. Grinning as his eyes looked over her once more, she raised a brow and leaned closer to him. "I have a surprise for you later,"
[/color] she whispered, grinning cheekily up at him. Shivering at his warm breath against his ear as he replied to that, she smiled a bit wider- almost tempted to take up that offer of not making it to dinner. But the moment they walked in and she smelled the familiar delicious scent of food, she changed her mind and decided that anything could wait until after they ate. She was slightly envious as she watched a father take a girl who looked to be a bit younger than fifteen. The girl didn't seem all that happy to be out with her father, probably worried that someone from school would see her. Kaitlyn wished that she would have been able to do things with her father, but for the first seventeen years of her life she had been under the impression that he had been dead. Remaining silent as he lead her over to the booth, she slid in and set her bag down beside her. Crossing her legs under the table, she looked through the menu of all the different pizza's and pasta dishes that were offered. Glancing up at him, she shrugged and laughed lightly. "Pasta, of course. I just don't know what dish yet,"[/color] she said, raising her brow. Reaching down and pulling out forty dollars from her bra, she just raised her brow at him and set it down on the table. "You know me all too well, Mr Garner. What do you think you're going to get?"[/color] Looking back down at the menu, she flipped through the pages trying to decide. - - - - - - - - - -
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WORD COUNT-- ~950 // complete
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Post by lucian on Mar 4, 2011 7:26:30 GMT -8
i don’t want to touch you too much, baby
COS MAKING LOVE TO YOU MIGHT DRIVE ME CRAZY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He watched her reach into her bra and pull out a wad of cash, he didn’t count how much, and set it on the table in between them. He pursed his lips, stifling an amused chuckle. She was right, however. He did know her too well, and he’d bet probably better than she did herself. He only had known her, and watched her, for six years. She had been fifteen and he had been seventeen, yet they had been right for each other back then, too. Even if she hadn’t seen it at first, and put him through months of rejection and denial. He still wondered why, but his perseverance had won out in the end. Back then, Lucian hadn’t been able to leave it be. He was never told no, and he wasn’t going to break the streak when the new girl at school didn’t want to go out on a date with him.
He was scanning the menu idly, glancing up every now and then to look around the restaurant for their server. He noticed when it began to rain outside, and he drew aside the fancy, maroon blinders to look out at it. Letting his hand fall back to his side, he set his menu down. “The chicken fettuccine,” he replied to her question, running his finger down the side of the menu absent-mindedly. “We’ll see if they can make it as well as me,” he said with a raise of his brow. It was true that Lucian enjoyed cooking, however not for the reason that anyone would ever dream of guessing. He had hated his father for the pressure to be the perfect son he had always put on him, but cooking had been the only thing that the two could put aside their differences for to get along. His father, a full Italian, had been an exceptional cook, and he had insisted on teaching both Lucian and Cara everything from boiling pasta to spicy Italian meatballs. Cara quickly showed their mother’s genes in her inability to do either, and burn everything she touched. Lucian, however, found he was good at it and even liked doing it.
Sitting up slightly, he hide his grin as a pretty blond waitress walked over, not hiding the fact that she was looking him over with an appraising glint in her brown eyes.
“Hello, welcome to Gianna & Giovanni’s. The special is on the back of our menu, is this your first time?” she asked in a rush of words that were clearly practiced. She watched Lucian, only sparing a glance for Kaitlyn, and he raised his brow slowly at her.
“We’ve been here before,” he responded easily, bored with her eyes that watched him hopefully. He leaned back again, handing his menu to her and ordering in a light, but distant voice that she quickly picked up to mean he wasn’t interested. And he wasn’t. He looked across the booth at Kaitlyn, smiling at her, eyes tracing across her bare shoulders. There was only one woman he was ever interested in anymore. He watched Kaitlyn silently as she ordered, the waitress taking it down on her notepad, the only sound the scribbling of her pencil as Kaitlyn fell silent. Glancing at the waitress, he cleared his throat to get her attention. He tried not to laugh at how eagerly she turned to him. “Can we get a bottle of your red wine, as well?”
“Do you have a preference?”
“Pinot Noir, and when we are finishing up could you bag an additional bottle of Sangiovese?”
He nodded as she affirmed they could, and then walked off, her high heels clipping on the floor. Leaning back once more, he rested his lower arms against the edge of the table, watching Kaitlyn silently for a moment. Every time he even so much as glanced over at her, he had to remember that he had something to ask her, and they had to get through dinner before he could finally give into his urge to ease her out of that dress that was driving him insane. He licked his lips, and then gave her a faint, wicked smile that he knew she loved. “Did I tell you that you looked beautiful?” he asked then, serious. Beautiful was an understatement, he thought as he looked at her.
lucian garner • 736 words • for kaitlyn only • ♥
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Post by kaitlynmchail on Mar 4, 2011 22:55:16 GMT -8
i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like. - - - - - - - - - -
Setting her menu down on the table, she peered at him over it as he glanced down. Blue eyes studied his familiar features, taking in all the little details that she had memorized from over the years. Just the simple things, the little things- like when he was upset how his expression changed just the slightest, she had it all memorized and wouldn't let any of it go. How had she not wanted to get with him earlier, just weeks earlier could have made all the difference for the years. Thinking back, there wasn't anything that she would changed through the years. No matter the tears, the fights, and the pain of when they went their separate ways one too many times. If she could go back, she wouldn't change a single thing to be where they are now. Looking back down at her menu, a couple strands of dark brown hair fell in front of her face. Pushing them back behind her ear, she glanced over as he drew back the curtains that revealed. Dark grey clouds had covered the town,s he watched as the rain fell easily from the clouds. “It rains a lot here... well, I guess about the same as California. It just seems to be a lot more,” she said softly, laughing lightly under her breath before returning her glance down to the menu.
Glancing back up as he spoke, she nodded her head. “Why am I not surprised?”
[/color] She asked teasingly, before glancing back down at her menu. “I doubt that they'll be able too. Not many can compete with your cooking.”[/color] Smiling to herself, she bit her lower lip as she looked down at the menu trying to decide. In a way it wouldn't have made much of a difference if they just had stayed home together and let Lucian cook, it was amusing to watch him stand there in a pair of jeans with no shirt, telling her to stay out his way while he made delicious meals every single time. Where as she on the other hand did not have much look on cooking, and if he didn't know how to cook they would probably be going out all the time unless he was satisfied living off of pancakes or toast. There was way too many different dishes for her to order. Not feeling very adventurous today, and just decided to go with the fettuccine Alfredo, something she had quite a few times when she had came here with him. Glancing over at the waitress, she just shook her head as she stared at Lucian obviously. It drove her crazy, but needless to say she was use to it now. It took the waitress a moment to realize that Kaitlyn was in fact still there, and only turned her glance to her for a second as she ordered and handed off her menu to the waitress. Laughing lightly under her breath and glancing down at the table cloth, she pushed around the folds in the fabrics with her fingers while she waited for the waitress to finish off. Occasionally looking up to smile in Lucian's direction, but then returning back to playing with the table cloth. It made her smile when he ordered a bottle of wine, and ordered another to go. Raising a brow in his direction curiously, it wasn't normal for him to be ordering wine. In the back of her mind, she wondered what the occasion was. Crossing her legs and sitting up a bit straighter, pushing her thin shoulders back she studied him as the waitress walked off. Watching as his tongue drew over his lips then smiled, she felt chills run down her spine. She just grinned at him, shaking her head slightly. A part of her wondered if he knew the effect that he had on her, every glance, every time his skin would brush against hers... his voice interrupted her from that train of thought, smiling a bit softer at him. “You might have mentioned it once or twice,”[/color] she said sincerely, just smiling at him. “And I have to say, you don't look that bad yourself.”[/color] Reaching over to take his hand in her own, she squeezed it gently and rubbed her thumb over his warm palm. - - - - - - - - - -
RESERVED FOR-- cian and paipai
WORD COUNT-- 715 // complete
NOTES-- djslkjfs unf lucian
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Post by lucian on Mar 6, 2011 10:40:38 GMT -8
i don’t want to touch you too much, baby
COS MAKING LOVE TO YOU MIGHT DRIVE ME CRAZY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Have I?” he asked in a softer voice, watching her with a look only she ever brought out of him. He just smiled at her next words, and held her smaller hand in his own, noticing her fingers that were always slightly cooler than his own. His eyes traced her features that were as familiar as his own, all his attention firmly fixed on her in that exact moment. Every time he was around her, he remembered the times he hadn’t been. How empty his life was before her, and he hadn’t even realized it then. Looking back now, however, Lucian could see the Kaitlyn-sized hole as obviously as he saw her now. He still wasn't sure if they were a match made in Heaven or Hell, but he did know that he wouldn’t trade her or the memories that were going to be forever remembered. And now, sitting here with her he knew that the hope he held for a future together was possible. He wasn’t ever going to let her go again. At times they were both stubborn, and rather dumb in their relationship with each other that caused so much pain and hurt on both sides but no more. He knew what he wanted, and she was sitting across from him looking at him like he was everything she could ever want. He would be that for her, and more. He wanted to be more than good for her.
Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, glancing away as the waitress appeared at the side of their booth. Squeezing Kaitlyn’s hand once, gently, he slipped his hand from hers as the waitress set one wine glass in front of her and then one in front of him.
“Should I pour?”
“No, this is fine. Thank you.”
Impatient for her to leave them along once more, he took the bottle of Pinot Noir from her as she held it out and didn’t look as she walked away. Simply plucking the top off that they’d already popped, he poured Kaitlyn a glass half full and then himself, setting the still plenty full bottle down where it wouldn’t be knocked over. He took his glass, taking a longer and deeper sip than he intended. He was so focused on his inner monologue that he hardly noticed before he had to pour himself more after three more sips. He heard the rain pelting the roof of the restaurant harder, and leaned back to peer out the window again, remembering what Kaitlyn said about it raining here more than California. She was almost right. He couldn’t count on his two hands the many times he had been working out in the drive-way on his Challenger when it started to pour surprisingly.
He felt his phone vibrate and he paused. Giving Kaitlyn an apologetic look, he took his phone from the inside pocket of his leather jacket, ending the call just as he saw it was his sister again. Frowning only slightly, he texted her instead, telling her that he’d call her back tomorrow. He almost promised it would be tonight but he figured he was probably going to busy most of the night… “Just Cara,” he told Kaitlyn, knowing that she’d be curious. As he put his phone back in his pocket, his hand brushed a surprise, and he smiled slightly.
He leaned back in the booth, stretching his long legs out and running a hand through his hair. Looking at Kaitlyn, he smiled at her. “Have you talked to your father lately?” he asked, knowing good and well she probably hadn’t. He wasn’t going to stop asking her, though. He also knew that in a couple of words he could coax her into it, but Lucian wanted her to want it. He knew about dysfunctional relationships with parents as well as her, but he knew Kaitlyn’s father cared about her, even if he wasn’t the the greatest. He also chose to overlook the fact that Josh hated him. He was his daughter’s boyfriend, so he could understand it even if it was unwarranted. It was a couple years too late for her father to give him the ‘I’ll kill you if you fuck my daughter’ speech. He was better for her than her previous dick head boyfriends, anyway. He should be getting a pat on the back. Lucian tried not to show how thinking about the past boyfriends of Kaitlyn really pissed him off. She really knew how to pick ‘em, he thought. But that was in the past, after tonight she was truly going to be his. He wasn’t going to wait any longer.
lucian garner • 794 words • for kaitlyn only • ahahha, suspensssseeee
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Post by kaitlynmchail on Mar 6, 2011 13:57:14 GMT -8
i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like. - - - - - - - - - -
The silence that fell over them wasn't awkward, not at all. It was comfortable, it was normal. It was only something that she could achieve with him. It was something that she couldn't explain. No matter what she did, no matter who she had been with- the whole time he it had only been him that she wanted. She wished that it hadn't taken her so long to figure out. She shouldn't have ran, she should have stayed there with him through everything. A part of her didn't understand now how it had taken her so long to realize that when she was away her heart was in California where he was, and that it would always be there with him. The sound of clicking heels approached again, looking over she noticed the waitress coming over with their bottle of wine. Smiling again softly as he squeezed her hand once more, she returned the gesture before he slid his hand away from hers. Reaching back to push her hair that continued to fall in front of her face, she tucked it behind her ear and watched him as he carefully poured the wine. The deep red liquid swirled around in the cup before settling, reaching forward she took the glass and took a dainty sip. Studying him as he drank deeply from the wine, she raised a brow as he emptied his glass in three sips. Saying nothing, she continued just to take small sips from her own glass. He seemed distracted, but she knew better than to ask, eventually she'd find out.
When he grabbed her phone, she studied him curiously. The slight frown intrigued her more, but when he hung up and explained, smiling once more she let it drop. “And how is Cara?” She asked curiously, Lucian's sister had been more thank kind to her over the years, and she adored her. Finding herself almost swooning when he ran his fingers through his thick hair, she laughed lightly at herself, feeling so naive and childish at the gesture. At the mention of her father, that feeling quickly diminished. Sighing, she just shook her head at him. “I think you already know the answer that one,”
[/color] she said simply, taking another sip of her wine. ”But no. I haven't in about a month now since we got in to a... little disagreement.”[/color] Neither of her parents stood on good ground with her. Between her father and her mother, a stable relationship with either had never been created. “I spoke to my mother briefly the other night,”[/color] she said, shaking her head as she did so. “I just ended up hanging up though, you can only get told you ruined someone's life so many times before it gets really old quick.”[/color] Of course, the moment she hangs up her mother proceed to send her a long email and many strongly worded text messages. Just the thought made her take a deep sip of her wine, reaching over she topped up her glass. Shaking her head once more, she just said nothing. There wasn't anything else to say when it came to her parents, especially her mother. For years- she stopped herself from going any farther, and was almost grateful at the sound of heels heading in their direction. Looking up at the waitress, she just smiled at how she stared at Lucian while handing them their food. Sitting back as she placed the large plate of pasta down in front of her, she waited until she walked off again. “I hope she didn't like spit in my food,”[/color] she said jokingly, looking up at him. “Or lace it with arsenic or something. That would be unfortunate, and if they did I hope you sue their asses.”[/color] - - - - - - - - - -
RESERVED FOR-- cian and paipai
WORD COUNT-- ~615 // complete
NOTES-- djslkjfs unf lucian
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Post by lucian on Mar 15, 2011 8:15:07 GMT -8
i don’t want to touch you too much, baby
COS MAKING LOVE TO YOU MIGHT DRIVE ME CRAZY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lucian was aware of the mood change as soon as he asked about her father. He had given her a nondescript answer about his sister, because in all honesty, he hadn’t talked to her in at least a month. He didn’t know why but he always found himself ignoring calls, telling himself he’d call her back at a later time but never going through with it. Of course, his mother also called too. Kaitlyn knew about those calls, because she had taken to calling her as well. Forgetting thoughts about his family for the time being, he focused back on the here and now, eyes studying Kaitlyn’s face as her content, soft smile faded from her lips and a troubled, but stubborn glint in her eyes appeared instead. He knew all about how stubborn she could be. He also knew that asking her about her father could potentially ruin the good mood that surrounded the two of them. However, that wasn’t the case. And Lucian was never one to avoid a problem when it came to Kaitlyn, or anyone else. Now, in himself, that was a slightly different thing. She knew that he didn’t ask out of anything other than concern. Listening silently as she talked about her father, he picked up his glass of wine, taking a more controlled sip than the last time.
Grimacing slightly at the mention of her mother, Lucian gave a short, fainted amused laugh. “I think the many times I’ve told you that you make my life pretty much rules out her remarks,” he said, raising a brow. He wasn’t fond of her mother. He didn’t appreciate anyone that made Kaitlyn’s life any harder than it had to be. The fact that Shae-Lynn constantly took hits to her daughter’s self-esteem was worse. Lucian spent countless days, weeks, months trying to build that self-esteem up. He couldn’t fathom a parent that didn’t love their child. Even growing up with his father, and then everything he learned recently with the arrival of a half-sister he never knew he had… Keeping his face while thinking of Luce was hard. She was a nice girl, and smart. She reminded him of Cara, and of himself, and of their shared father. It was bitter and sweet, shocking and maddening.
Sighing, he glanced over as he saw the waitress come up out of the corner of his eye. He barely glanced at her as he saw her staring at him again, but looked over at Kaitlyn pointedly, smiling ruefully. Some women couldn’t take a hint, apparently.
He looked down at the plate that she set before him, taking another sip of his wine as she walked away and Kaitlyn spoke. He laughed lightly at her joke, picking up his fork and spinning in his fingers. He winked at her. “Of course. Though if she ended up killing you, I can most definitely say that my sueing isn’t going to be the only thing she needs to worry about.” He took a bite from his chicken fettuccine, winding the pasta around his fork. It was good. Not as good as how he made it. Basil would have made it better. He ate, taking sips of his wine between every few bites, refilling his glass only twice and was done with his meal before Kaitlyn had even gotten half of hers in her mouth. He raised a brow, amused, but glad to see her eating, none the less. He didn’t want to have to go through the phase where she ate nothing and slept only when she was knocked out with medication.
He leaned back for a moment, before straightening. “I’ll be back,” he said, before sliding out of the booth and standing up on slightly stiff legs. He walked off, asking their waitress where the bathroom was, and pushing the door in. He stood in the tiny, empty space in front of the mirror and scrutinized himself for only a moment. Reaching inside his jacket pocket, he took a small, dark blue velvet box and opened it carefully. Nestled there was a diamond ring that he had drawn upon his inheritance for. It sparkled up at him, the 4 carat diamond brilliant and perfect. He stared at it, feeling his nerves and apprehension all at once, wondering what he was doing. He knew Kaitlyn loved him, but marriage? Shutting the box, he stuck it back into his jacket, anxious, yet more relivied for whatever reason.
He walked back to their table slowly, taking his time and then stopping, watching her when she didn’t know he was there. Once again, just seeing her, he was struck with the certainty of what he wanted. It was simply, really. He wanted her, forever and always. He wanted to grow old beside her, and have children (he’d warm her up to the idea). Smiling slightly at his thoughts, he continued over, sliding back into the booth. “Done, yet?” he asked simply, nodding to her plate but watching her face.
lucian garner • 857 words • for kaitlyn only • lucky ho D: ♥
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Post by kaitlynmchail on Mar 17, 2011 22:43:23 GMT -8
i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like. - - - - - - - - - -
She couldn’t help but to smile a bit wider at him over her pasta at his words. Looking up at him, genuine and adoringly she just nodded for a moment. “I’d say so too,” she said gently. Lucian had spent a lot of time with her, telling her all the good things about her- all the things that her mother had broken he had repaired. Needless to say she was happy to have her mother out of her life; it made things so much less stressful. Shaking her head just at the thought, her father (who also drove her crazy) had told her many times that it wasn’t possible for a mother not to love their child, and that her mother just had a weird way of showing her affection to her daughter. She didn’t agree with that comment at all. It had taken her awhile to really realize it and let it sink in, but there was not a part of her that doubted that her mother in fact did not love her. By no means was it a kind thought, but it was just the reality of it to her. She considered herself a realist, more than an optimist or a pessimist. After years of getting her hopes shattered and broken down, being very optimistic had just began to seem foolish to her. There was only so many times a girl could face disappointment before it taking a toll on her outlook. Pushing a brown ringlet from her face, she glanced down at her plate once more.
The waitress shot a couple hopeful smiles in Lucian's direction before leaving, causing Kaitlyn to laugh to herself as she picked up her fork. Raising her brow at Lucian as he winked at her, she twirled her fork around in the pasta. Eyeing it carefully, a part of her didn't quite trust that it was going to be safe. “I'd hope so, but if I were you I would sue for as much as you could. At least get some decent money out of it,”
[/color] she said before carefully taking a small bite of the pasta. Chewing slowly, it definitely tasted safe, and wasn't that bad either. Though she believed that when Lucian cooked his turned out better. Daintily sipping her wine, she looked up at him curiously as he ate away at his quite quickly. “I'd say yours it better, but that's just me.”[/color] Something told her that he would agree with this, sitting back against the booth a bit more, she continued to take small bites of the pasta. If there was one thing that she could live off of for the rest of her life, it would probably be different kinds of pasta. Glancing up at him after a couple minutes of eating in silence, she raised her brow at the fact he had completely cleared his plate (and drained a decent portion of the wine glass). Looking down at her plate and wine glass, she reached over to the bottle and used the remaining wine to top up her glass. Taking another sip of her wine, she nodded as he slid out of the booth and walked off. She sat there in silence, continuing to work her way at the pasta. By the time she had half the plate finished, she felt like she couldn't eat much more. Staring at the plate, she felt a bit guilty that he would be paying for it and she couldn't quite bring herself to finish it. She made a mental note to stick cash in his wallet when he wasn't around to pay him back for what she didn't finish. Taking another deep sip of her wine, she shifted in her seat. When she really listened she could hear of the sound of the pouring rain outside against the warm pavement. Smiling over at Lucian when he appeared once more, she glanced back down at her half eaten plate and nodded. “There's no hope in me finishing this,”[/color] she said honestly. Looking over at her wine, she finished the glass and set it down. “Yeah. I'd say I'm done,”[/color] she said, grinning over at him before turning her gaze outside for a brief moment. - - - - - - - - - -
RESERVED FOR-- cian and paipai
WORD COUNT-- 704 // complete
NOTES-- I DID IT. dani next, hoorah!
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Post by lucian on Mar 22, 2011 9:51:04 GMT -8
i don’t want to touch you too much, baby
COS MAKING LOVE TO YOU MIGHT DRIVE ME CRAZY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lucian leaned back in the booth, looking relaxed yet his thoughts tense and anxious. He wanted the check so they could leave. He glanced down at Kaitlyn’s plate at her words, and smiled lightly. He hadn’t expected her to finish as much of the dinner as she did, so he was pleased. At least they were past the point where he had to coax her to take a single bite, and then hope that it stayed down. He nodded as she admitted she was most likely done, and reached over to take his glass that was still nearly half full. Tipping it back, he finished the wine and then glanced at the empty bottle they had finished between the two of them. He grinned briefly. Kaitlyn wasn’t as much of a light drinker than most people would figure at first glance. However, Lucian had quickly learned that she didn’t show everything she was. Maybe that was the lure; it had taken Lucian some time to understand the woman, and he still figured he had a lot to learn. But he loved studying Kaitlyn, and understanding her. He liked to think he knew her better than anyone else, but he’d hold back that judgment for now.
He shifted, feeling the light weight inside his jacket pocket as if it were a gun aimed at his heart. “Where the hell is that damn waitress when we need her?” he snapped, sounding a lot more sharp than he intended or wanted. He didn’t even hope that Kaitlyn wouldn’t notice. With the way she watched him, he knew that she’d pick up on it in an instant. She knew him as well. He made himself relax, though. She had no idea what was going on, after all. Not in her wildest dreams did she think he took her out tonight to ask her to marry him. Lucian almost winced. He had avoided thinking the direct thought the entire night on purpose. He immediately tensed, worry etching itself on his face. Turning away, he showed Kaitlyn his profile, and stared intensely at the back of the waitress until she turned around, most likely feeling his gaze. She blinked at him, and he raised a brow, gesturing sharply for her to come over. She disappeared and then started walking toward the booth with a small black pocket book. He took it from her silently as she offered it, opening it and glancing at the bill. Huh. Reaching in his back pocket, he took two twenties out and tucked them in, closing the book and handing it back to her and meeting her eyes. “Keep the change.”
He stood then as she walked away quickly. He gave her around an eight or nine dollar tip, which was more she deserved with the way she had been gawking at him the entire night. He offered his hand to Kaitlyn, waiting almost patiently as she grabbed her purse and slid from the bench. She took his hand, and he smiled at her, starting to walk off before stopping in their dim little corner. He turned around, bending down and tilting her face up to his with his free hand resting on her jaw. The whole action lasted not even a few seconds. He kissed her, and he felt her surprise turn to pleasure as she immediately moved her lips against his. He knew those lips. He’d kissed them countless times, but every time something new seemed to happen to him every time he lowered his down to hers, making him want more and more. He didn’t dare deepen it any more than that, but he let himself linger there for a moment or two, his nerves calming so when he stepped back, they didn’t show on his face. He grinned at her, sheepish yet unapologetic. She tasted of wine and pasta, no surprise there. “Come on, Kaity. I have a surprise for you,” he murmured almost cheekily, grin growing slightly. She had no idea.
He squeezed her hand that he had kept in his, and turned back around, nearly pulling her to the door in his haste and almost excitement. There was no way he could do this wrong. She would probably agree to whatever he wanted at this point; even if he offered her a cow patty for a crown and named her the dairy queen. He pushed the restaurant’s doors open, stepping out into the rain, barely feeling it. Laughing, he grabbed her and ran with her to the car, feeling her laughing beside him. He stopped as they rounded the corner, and were right beside the Challenger. He grabbed her shoulders gently, turning her to look at him, ignoring the rain thacourseded down his cheeks and soaked his hair. He grinned at her, pulling her up into a kiss that would leave them both breathlessly and bothered. He almost scooped her up and put her in the backseat of his car that had seen way more of Lucian and Kaitlyn than it probably needed to. Memories were made in that backseat, that was for sure. He pulled away, brushing her wet strands from her face and laughing gently. He took a step away from her, inhaling subtly to steady himself before reaching into his jacket pocket.
He pulled out the little velvet box and looked at it for a moment before raising his eyes to Kaitlyn’s to see if she understood yet. She looked back at him with undisguised curiousity, and a helluva lot more, until he got down on one knee in front of her. He could see it click as she glanced from his face to the tiny box he held out to her. He watched her, nervous and anxious and everything in between. He swallowed hard, looking at the box. “Kaitlyn,” he said carefully, choosing his words. He needed to look at her for this, though. He met her ocean blue eyes. “I love you. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me Kaitlyn McHail?” he asked solemnly, his voice wavering with so many emotions he couldn’t even identify one. He lifted the box’s lid, showing the brilliant, and huge, diamond ring nestled in there. He took it out with careful fingers, and took her left hand in his, looking at her once again and waiting for her answer.
lucian garner • 1075 words • for kaitlyn only • LOL even if he offered her a cow patty for a crown and named her the dairy queen. omg x33
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Post by kaitlynmchail on Mar 23, 2011 0:23:25 GMT -8
i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like. - - - - - - - - - -
Standing up easily on stable legs, she took a step beside him with the faint clicking of her heels on the floor. Her bag slung easily over her shoulder, reaching in to pull her cell phone out, a heavy sigh slipped through her lips at the fact her father had left her another voice mail. The man just couldn't take a hint that she didn't want to talk to him, putting her phone back and looking over at Lucian, the frown that had slid over her face quickly disappeared. Her gaze wandered back outside through the doors, dark grey clouds were still heavy in the sky, with rain falling quite hard against the pavement. Not really wanting to go She was not all that impressed that she was going to have to go outside and get completely drenched in the rain. It wasn't surprising that she hadn't brought a coat. Even though she hadn't lived in California for a long while, she still seemed to think that in the Summer she couldn't need a coat with her if she left the house when it was sunny. The whole temperamental Texas wasn't working back out to her favour. She should have learned after the third time that she had been caught out in the pouring rain in a tank top.
The sound of Lucian's voice caused her to return her focus on him. Narrowing her eyes slightly as she studied him, he seemed uneasy suddenly. Just the way he held himself had a whole new level of tension and anxiety that he had lacked earlier. Raising a brow at him, she said nothing for a moment. There wasn't anything that she could think of that would get him like that. Assuming that he just wanted to get out of here, she put her hand on his arm, leaning forward to murmur quietly. “Patience... like I said, good things happen to those who wait.” Stepping back, she frowned a bit deeper when he turned away from her more. Something was bothering him, and she couldn't put her finger on it now. Licking her pink lips, the faint taste of strawberry from the lip gloss she had applied earlier still remained. She took to running her tongue over her white teeth for a moment, before glancing back at the waitress who approached and Lucian's profile. She inched closer, trying to see what the bill was. But before she even got the chance too, he simply closed the book and handed it back. She swore that he had done it knowing that she was trying to see. Adjusting her bag, she reached over and took his hand in her own. He turned around once more, and his expression seemed to have lost some of the tension. Still a bit confused toward what that had been about, she smiled as he took her face in his hand and kissed her gently. Her heart stopped in her chest like it always did, leaning up and working her lips against his own softly.
Desire and want lit up in her veins quite quickly, something that was a familiar sensation to her. She craved more, she needed more. He knew that, pulling away after a moment. Sighing dramatically at the look he gave her, he knew the affect he had on her. It probably wasn't even healthy how he had her so wrapped around him. But honestly she didn't mind, and had no desire to change it. “You have a surprise for me?”
[/color] She said curiously, laughing lightly as he lead her from the store. “And what would that be, Garner? You know I am not a huge fan of surprises,”[/color] she commented, squeezing his hand back. He pulled her along, laughing lightly as they made their way out to in to the rain. It was warm out, but she couldn't help but to shiver at the droplets of water that made their way down her back and arms. Grinning over at Lucian, she was tempted just to run (and would probably fall on her face in her heels). Like he could read her mind, he went off at an easy run and laughed. It seemed to be raining even harder now, without much warning the sky opened up and poured more rain out. Laughing with him, she took off running beside him. She was slightly out of breath when they made their way over to his Challenger, and she was already soaked. His hands were on his shoulders, causing her skin to feel warm and crawl with pleasure. The earlier desire came back, staring at him with such intensity. His lips were at hers again, and this time she couldn't help but to press herself close and wrap her arms around his neck. For a moment she had a feeling they weren't going to make it back to his house, her grip tightening around his neck. She almost laughed at the thought, when he pulled away she looked over at the backseat of the Challenger and couldn't help but to let out the laughter. Shaking her head, she grinned up at him as he pushed away the wet strands of hair that stuck to her pale cheeks. Still slightly breathless from the run and the kiss, she watched him as he took a step away. Confusion quickly set on her face. What the hell was he doing? She was about to say his name, and ask him if he was alright. Curious blue eyes watched him as he pulled out a velvet box. Looking up at his face to the box once more, she didn't connect what he could possibly be doing. Until he slowly sank down on to one knee, everything seemed to slam together in her mind at once. Her thoughts and emotions couldn't be stilled, running at a thousand miles her hour in her mind. Suddenly she felt unable to breeze, her breath caught in his throat as she just stared at him. “Lucian,”[/color] she said quietly, her voice trembling as she suddenly felt overcame with so many emotions. Biting her lip, she stared down at him as he continued to speak. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to be with her for the rest of their life. He wanted what she wanted. Those were the only thoughts that could really register. Tears build up in the corners of her eyes, staring down at him. “God, Lucian,”[/color] she murmured. Laughing slightly at the fact she was crying, she wiped at her eyes with her free hand. Squeezing his hand, she gazed down at him teary eyes. “Of course I'll marry you. That's everything and more than I could ever dream of,”[/color] she struggled to find words, just staring in awe at the ring as he slid it carefully on her ring finger. Taking her hand out of his own, she just stared at the ring, looking down at him teary eyed and smiling, he left her speechless once again. - - - - - - - - - -
RESERVED FOR-- cian and paipai
WORD COUNT-- 1168 // complete
NOTES-- *bawls* LOLOL;_;
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