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Post by nevaehwhitley on Dec 27, 2010 20:14:51 GMT -8
 ( TO COUNTER THIS ADDICTION )[/COLOR][/FONT] ❝ YOU GOT ME ON A MISSION ❞[/COLOR][/FONT][/CENTER] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/COLOR] he warming sun felt renewing on Nevaeh's skin as she stepped out of her 2011 Chevy Avalanche (an early ninteenth birthday present from her father), only to be greeted by Crossfire Farms. She had just arrived in Addison, and her first stop was the barn to drop off Amata, her four-year-old palomino Paint horse. The mare was definitely interested in her surroundings, and was more than happy to be greeted by whinnies as she stepped into her new stall, freshly bedded. Nevaeh went to the pump to get some water, while Amata greeted the neighboring horses and sniffed around her stall. Filling the bucket in her stall, the eighteen-year-old gave her a pat as she closed the door behind her, heading for the trailer to start unloading all of her tack.
Two saddles, numerous pads, bridles, bits, girths, halters, blankets, sheets... the list never ended. Nevaeh had countless items for that horse, and she wasn't afraid to admit it. She definitely spoiled her horses, there was no doubting that. Once she had every last item in in the tack room neatly, she took a breath, leaning against the wall. She wanted to go home, but curiosity budded inside of her as she looked out the door, examining the endless aisles of horses, horses, and more horses. It was definitely a possibility too look around. Doing just that, she analyzed all the horses, greeting some of them and finding out her way around the stable areas. She found out where the other water pumps were, where the hay was stored, where the wash racks were, and more. Finally, she stumbled upon a lounge of some sort, with a couple of couches and a flat screen. Looks like I need a break, she thought to herself. A little smile crossed her lips as she grabbed a soda out of the fridge and sat down on the couch, sinking in to the cushions. She wouldn't mind a nap right about now, anyway...
Her big, brown eyes closed shut, but her thoughts didn't. Soon, she was looking around the room, getting even more excited about boarding here. She couldn't wait for show season, and was excited to get into the bigger circuits around the area. Amata was going to do very well, no doubt. After she finished starting her in the spring, showing would be a breeze. Laying her head back against the sofa, her long black locks spilled around her as she closed her eyes once more. Even though she was in a sweatshirt, breeches, and her tall field boots she still felt comfortable as she slightly dozed off, the soda now set on the coffee table in front of her.
Living in Addison was more enjoyable than she had thought.
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❝ CAN I GET A BREAK SOMEHOW ❞
( WORD COUNT ) 456 ( STATUS ) FOR FEARIE & BRANTLEY ( PLACE ) THE LOUNGE
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Post by brantley on Dec 27, 2010 20:54:28 GMT -8
well i'm starting to fall in love
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• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck ! The overwhelming smell of horses clouded Brantley's head as he entered the barn. He walked purposefully down the aisles of horses to one stall in particular. He grinned when the head of his two year old buckskin Quarter Horse came flying over the stall door at the sound of his footsteps. He let out a soft whistle and the colt's ears pricked eagerly. A nicker escaped the young horse's lips as he neared and placed a hand on the horse's head. Brantley gave his horse a thorough scratch before sliding open the stall door. He'd watched this colt come into life, and the two shared a bond most horses and riders only dreamed of. He rubbed the horse down all over and filled his water buckets to the brim. After attending to the colt, Brantley realized his own thirst and remembered the lounge he had previously seen down the way. He turned back to face his horse and muttered, "I'll be back in a sec, Shooter." His long legs carried him quickly through the barn until he came to the lounge. He flung the door open only to find that someone else had beat him to it. Brantley walked purposefully across the room to the little fridge and threw open the door. He looked through its contents, annoyed that there wasn't any beer. He settled for a soda and easily popped the cap off. He gulped it down thirstily and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he made his way towards the couch. He stepped over the girl that was on the couch without giving her a second glance. He plopped down next to her and kicked his feet up on the table that was in front of the comfy sofa. After taking another swig of his cold beverage, Brantley grabbed the remote that was next to him. He turned the television on and flipped through the channels, finally settling on football. He raised the volume to a seemingly obnoxious volume and put his hands behind his head, leaning back into the couch. Brantley had yet to even look at the girl sitting next to him. If she didn't like him there, she could leave. A yell escaped the young man's lips as the opposing team he was watching scored a touchdown. "Damn it!" He threw his hands in there air wildly as his feet kicked out at the table. As a result of this, the girl's drink on the coffee table went flying in the air, sending its contents all over the two. Brantley cursed under his breath and stood up angrily, dripping wet with soda. He looked at the woman and frowned slightly. Great, now he smelled like coke. This was just fantastic. He ran a hand through his hair and eyed the woman expectantly. He was not going to clean this up. It was definitely her drink. tag ! nevaeh and emma ! word count ! who cares ! outfit ! clicky ! credit ! justlikefalling @ caution 2.0 ! lyrics ! just my luck , MCFLY ! notes ! notes go here !
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Post by nevaehwhitley on Dec 27, 2010 21:29:45 GMT -8
( TO COUNTER THIS ADDICTION ) [/COLOR][/FONT] ❝ YOU GOT ME ON A MISSION ❞[/COLOR][/FONT][/CENTER] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/COLOR] evaeh's relaxing moment was just ending when she heard footsteps coming down the aisle outside of the lounge. The door swung open, revealing a man around her age, obviously on a mission considering the purposeful way he walked in the door. For a moment, Nevaeh thought he was going to look in and out, but the person went for the fridge, grabbed a soda, and swigged it right on the spot. She was starting to get annoyed that he didn't acknowledge her at all, not even a simple "Hey." Rolling her eyes, she took a sip of her Coke, then set it back down on the coffee table as he sat down next to her, still not even glancing at her. Before she could say anything, the TV was turned on and a football game was blaring in the room. Nevaeh didn't mind football; in fact, she actually enjoyed watching it. Unfortunately, the volume and the on-edge attitude the man possessed at the moment was driving her up a wall. It wasn't a leisurely football game at all; more like one that came from hell.
The words "Damn it!" rang right in her ears, and Nevaeh was ready to smack the man in the face and tell him to turn the volume down. Fortunately, her soda beat her to the chase as the man threw his hands up in the air and kicked the coffee table, sending the soda flying all over him. Covering her mouth, she unsuccessfully tried stifling the laughter that was soon only chuckles as it died down. Moving her hands back to her lap, her million-dollar smile was seen as she put her long, breech-clad legs onto the table. Turning to face him, she simply said a few words. "Karma's a bitch, huh?" That smile was seen again as she stood up and picked up the can, drinking the only swig that was left and tossing it into the trash. She sat back down, still right next to him, kicking her feet up again. Her eyes focused onto the football game as she brushed back her bangs, clearly enjoying herself.
A timeout was called, and the commercials came on. She stood up yet again, grabbing a paper towel roll and tossing it into his lap. Perfect aim. "You might need those." She said in a sticky-sweet tone, and grabbed another soda. As she slurped it, she had to hold back the smile that was trying to find its way to her lips. Today was turning out to be a really fun, eventful day, even if she had to go through a man who was obviously more stuck-up than a little eight-year-old from one of those Toddlers and Tiaras episodes. But soon, the game turned back on, and she had something else to focus on besides the fact that the man sitting next to her was drenched in previous Coke. Hmm, it was sure as hell an interesting day, to say the least.
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❝ CAN I GET A BREAK SOMEHOW ❞
( WORD COUNT ) 494 ( STATUS ) FOR FEARIE & BRANTLEY ( PLACE ) THE LOUNGE
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Post by brantley on Dec 27, 2010 21:56:13 GMT -8
well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •
• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck ! Brantley watched the woman as she simply sat back in the couch and tossed her words at him, "Karma's a bitch, huh?" He rolled his eyes at her and wiped his sticky hands on his jeans. He ignored her statement altogether. He, however, couldn't ignore the killer smile that she flashed at him. Granted, it wasn't as sexy as his own, but it was pretty attractive. He scowled at her openly and grunted when she tossed a roll of paper towls directly onto his crotch. "Watch it!" He shook his head and simply tossed the paper towels right back at her. "I do believe it was your soda that is all over me. Be careful getting it off my jeans. They're designer." He flashed her his stunning smile and raised his eyebrows. He knew she probably wouldn't react well to that, but he really didn't care. He was not cleaning up her mess. He rarely ever cleaned up his own messes, much less someone else's. Brantley could tell by the way she was holding back laughter at him that she was a class A snob. She, clearly, was getting pleasure out of watching him suffer. This did not fly in his book. If he had to be all wet and sticky, then so did she. Brantley grabbed his half empty soda, took a sip, and walked over to where she now stood. He eyed her up and down as he took his place in front of her. She really was quite beautiful. If they had met under any other circumstances, Brantley would definitely be charming her back to his house. He had a way with ladies when he wanted to. At this moment in time, he was only focused on making her angry. Yeah, he was a jerk. In his mind, revenge was sweeter than any one night stand could ever be. Brantley set his coke on the top of the fridge and reached out a sticky hand to the woman. "I'm Brantley. Maybe after you clean up this mess we can be friends. I doubt it, but you never know." He said this with absolutely no expression on his face. She didn't even deserve to see his smile. Brantley always got his way, and this woman was definitely trying to ruin this habit of his. He didn't even wait for her to shake his hand before he moved his own onto her drink and quickly tipped it over, spilling its contents over the front of her body. He let out a laugh and turned on his heel to make his way back to the couch. Once he was seated he turned to face her and spoke words full of ice, "You're right, Karma is a bitch."He turned the volume on the t.v. up a little louder as he refocused his attention back to the game. He didn't even give her another glance as the football game continued into the second half. Hopefully now she would just leave and he could have the lounge all to himself. tag ! nevaeh and emma ! word count ! who cares ! outfit ! clicky ! credit ! justlikefalling @ caution 2.0 ! lyrics ! just my luck , MCFLY ! notes ! notes go here !
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Post by nevaehwhitley on Dec 27, 2010 22:39:01 GMT -8
( TO COUNTER THIS ADDICTION ) [/COLOR][/FONT] ❝ YOU GOT ME ON A MISSION ❞[/COLOR][/FONT][/CENTER] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/COLOR] his day was just getting better and better as Nevaeh sat there, soaking in all the bubbly feelings that just kept coming in. She felt like she wanted to burst out laughing; an uncontrollable, till you cry kind of laugh. But, under the circumstances, she held it in, waiting to see the boy's reaction. It was not a happy one. "Watch it!"[/s] he said, the paper towels lightly falling in his crotch area. It was only paper towels; was he that much of a wimp? The next moment, the paper towels were in her lap. This just made Nevaeh even more angry. "I do believe it was your soda that is all over me. Be careful getting it off my jeans. They're designer."[/s] A rather attractive smile was flashed in her direction, but she wasn't falling for any of that crap. Facing him, she got up on her knees and grabbed the neck line of his shirt, dropping the paper towels so that they were stuck underneath his shirt. "I'm just taking a guess here -- you do know how to put your clothes in a washing machine, correct?" she replied, sweet and sarcastic. Her eyebrows raised, as if asking him the question before turning back to the TV, putting her feet back on the ground. A smirk now covered that smile of hers, but she knew she was going to get what she dished out. She could take it; the question was, would he ever live to see the next day? The man stood up, standing in front of her, his soda in his hand. For a second, she thought he would dump it all on her, but she was wrong. "I'm Brantley. Maybe after you clean up this mess we can be friends. I doubt it, but you never know."[/s] he said, his face expressionless. As she looked him over, she came to the presumption that he was rather good-looking. His attitude got the best of him, however. He put out his hand as if to shake hands with her, but pulled it away just as quickly as he had put it out. Ugh, she thought, unimpressed. "Nevaeh. And I strongly doubt that," she replied. But, as he walked away, he tipped Nevaeh's soda can onto her front side, causing her clothes to be soaked with the liquid, just like Brantley. "You're right, Karma is a bitch." he said, obviously trying to piss her off. The soda became sticky on her fingertips, and she looked over her new riding breeches, now stained with Coke. Then again, she could always take it to the dry cleaners, so she didn't put up a fight just yet. She turned to face him yet again, and replied casually. "Maybe it's time for you to grow up out of your fire truck bed and learn to deal with what's dished out at you."[/b] Still expressionless, Nevaeh simply grabbed the paper towels from out of his shirt (she did get to look at some pretty fine abs for a moment), and started to mop up the Coke spilled on her sweatshirt and breeches. Thinking about the day ahead, she thought about just going home and getting her new apartment fancied up. However, she couldn't leave in the middle of a football game, let alone a civilized conversation. After tossing the paper towel in the trash, she set the roll on the coffee table and kicked her feet up again, entirely focused now as the third quarter started. After a moment, she came to the conclusion that she honestly didn't know if she'd end up in his bed or his hate list tonight. Wherever the road took her, she knew she'd never forget today. Ever. [/SIZE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/JUSTIFY][/CENTER] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ( TELL ME DARLING)
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( WORD COUNT ) 613 ( STATUS ) FOR FEARIE & BRANTLEY ( PLACE ) THE LOUNGE
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Post by brantley on Dec 28, 2010 12:02:02 GMT -8
well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •
• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck ! Brantley could tell that she was trying to hold back laughter. Her features could tell him that much from one glance. It actually was a very funny situation, but not with her. Something about her just irked him. Sure, she was pretty and all, but Brantley didn't like anybody who came close to him in attractiveness. Maybe that was what was bothering him. He had a little competition. He noted her long, black hair and if the timing were different he might have made a comment. However, he was in no mood to be handing out compliments to rude women today. He watched as the girl got on her knees and leaned accross the couch towards him. He grinned eagerly as she came closer and pulled the neckline of his shirt back. Brantley rolled his eyes when she shoved the roll of paper towels down his shirt. It was soft on his muscled chest, and he patted it softly. "Darling, if you want me to take off my shirt, all you gotta do is ask." He flashed her his award winning smile and tugged lightly at the hem of his shirt, revealing a set of rock hard, tanned abs. He raised his eyebrows at her teasingly and slowly lowered his shirt back down. Let's see what she thought of that. It takes two to tango, and now they were in an all out dance off. "Nevaeh. And I strongly doubt that." Brantley shrugged his shoulders and spoke smoothly, "Interesting name...but you never know. I can be pretty convincing when I want to be." His sly grin reappeared as he leaned back deeper into the soft cushions underneath him. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table and raised his arms behind his head. His toned arm muscles were clearly visible as he yawned and stretched. Brantley stood after this and examined his shirt. It was soaking wet still, and it was begining to stick to his body. In one fluid movement, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it onto the couch. His stomach was a little moist from where the liquid had hit so he used the paper towels he had removed from his shirt to clean up a little. He exhaled deeply, relieved that the stickyness had gone away. Coke was definitely something that you didn't want all over your body. Brantley watched, amused by the reaction he got when he dumped the soda on her. He saw anger flash accross her face, but suprisingly she kept her cool. She was better than he thought. "Maybe it's time for you to grow up out of your fire truck bed and learn to deal with what's dished out at you. He laughed out loud at her reply and shook his head. "I rather enjoy my fire truck bed, thank you very much. The ladies don't seem to mind it either, I might add." He chuckled at his own clever response and sat back down casually. He was definitely interested to see where this whole thing would go. He doubted they would ever be friends but he could see her being fun in bed. tag ! nevaeh and emma ! word count ! who cares ! outfit ! clicky ! credit ! justlikefalling @ caution 2.0 ! lyrics ! just my luck , MCFLY ! notes ! notes go here !
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Post by nevaehwhitley on Dec 29, 2010 19:07:26 GMT -8
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Sinking into the cushions, the little smirk on her lips turned into a laugh as Brantley finished his words. "Darling, if you want me to take off my shirt, all you gotta do is ask." Could he really be that much of a douche? She guessed so. Rolling her big, brown eyes, Nevaeh sat up a little straighter, giving him an expressionless look, almost saying, "Really?" A small smile crept onto her lips as she prepared for her next words. "The question is, what if I don't want you to? What would I do then?
[/B]" She gave him another look before she sunk back into the sofa, getting comfortable again. Before she could do anything else, she saw in her peripheral vision that he had pulled the hem of his shirt up, obviously trying to show off his abs, which were pretty impressive for the cockiness Brantley showed. She didn't even dare glance in his direction, so instead she tried her hardest to keep her eyes glued to the TV, avoiding any more words that could shoot out of his smart-ass mouth. After the hem of his shirt went down, Nevaeh let out the breath she was slightly holding and looked at him again, only to hear more words. " Interesting name...but you never know. I can be pretty convincing when I want to be." Looking back at the TV, she half-heartedly spoke to him as the game started to get interesting in front of her. " Mhmm. I see.[/B]" She didn't even glance at him as she said this, but said it softly as if not exactly knowing what she was saying at all. Her favored team scored, which happened to be the one Brantley did not favor, and she smiled, visually happy. When she looked back at Brantley for his reaction, his shirt was completely off and he was wiping the Coke off of his stomach. Sighing and shaking her head, she gave a teasingly smile and looked back at the game. Nevaeh was starting to really understand Brantley, and the one thing she did notice is that he loved his body. She wasn't saying at all that he didn't have a good-looking body, but that he definitely loved to show it off. Pretty soon,[/COLOR] she thought, he'll be stripped completely and I'll have to make myself go home.[/COLOR] Laughing in her mind, she came to the conclusion that other things will have happened before she went home. That was how things kind of went in her life; you meet a guy, you get laid, you hope the condom worked, and then you move on. She finally saw how things were going, but didn't fully commit herself to the fact that that might be what happened here, today. After her clever comment about his fire truck bed, Brantley laughed and shook his head, obviously going to turn it into a joke. That was another thing he did; he never really got angry. He had when the Coke spilled on him, but in the end he took it as a joke. " I rather enjoy my fire truck bed, thank you very much. The ladies don't seem to mind it either, I might add." He started to laugh, and Nevaeh couldn't help but join in. He was quite funny. After she had had her laugh, she looked back at him, the smile still on her face. " I can see that happening. Especially when you beep the horn in the front.[/B]" Another breath-taking smile appeared, and Nevaeh looked down at her hands. Was she really playing along with him? What was happening? She was seriously concerned for a moment before she shook off the thought. So what?[/COLOR] she told herself. It's not like it's anything serious... right?[/COLOR] [/BLOCKQUOTE][/JUSTIFY][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - - - - - [/COLOR][/FONT][/CENTER] [/B] ahh! got sick of the template, so gots a new one ![/B] TAGS[/B] fearie - brantley samuels ![/B] WORD COUNT[/B] 622 ![/B] OUTFIT[/B] hurr![/B] TEMPLATE CREDIT[/B] MAKE A SCENE HANNA ! OF CAUTION 2.0 ![/B] [/LEFT] [/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE] |
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Post by brantley on Jan 1, 2011 18:59:47 GMT -8
well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •
• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck ! Brantley scoffed at her apparent lack of interest in his comment about taking off his shirt. He studied her face momentarily and picked up the slightest hint of a smirk. So she was just saying this to get under his skin. "The question is, what if I don't want you to? What would I do then?" Brantley pondered this thought for a split second before replying cooly, "If you said that then I'd know you were lying. I can tell you're attracted to me." So what if it was a bluff? He was almost positive that she at least found him physically attractive. Nowadays, that was all that really mattered when it came to one night stands. He found her rather attractive, as well. He figured the least he would was take her home for a night and then lost her the next day. That was basically the way he operated, and it had been working for him for years. A sly grin encompassed his face when he noticed Nevaeh trying her very hardest not to look at his raised shirt. Any girl would die to see his perfectly sculpted abs, but she was different. Sure, he could tell that she wanted to look, but looking and wanting to look were two different things. She had self control...this might be tougher than he thought. Brantley cursed in his mind and eyed her cautiously as she answered, "Mhmm. I see." She was losing interest fast as the football game became more interesting. Brantely cursed out loud this time when the opposing team scored. He noted in his brain that she, of course, was rooting for the opposite team as him. How convenient. He threw his hands in the air when the referee made a stupid call, and he noticed Nevaeh looking at him. He shot her a smile and drank in the reaction of him having his shirt completely off. He defintely was comfortable in his own skin. Brantley was one of those people who woud walk into a room of a thousand people completely naked and not be ashamed. He didn't care what people thought of him, especially when it came to looks becasue nobody ever thought anything bad. Turning his attention back to the dark haired beauty, the look he saw on her face went from shock at his sudden lack of clothing to much deeper thinking. He began to register what was happening here and smiled proudly to himself. She was thinking about getting laid. Mission accomplished. Brantley was determined to make this happen. It was time to step up his game and seal the deal. Brantley was slightly taken aback when she flashed him her huge smile. It really was breathtaking. If he wasn't such a player, then he could definitely see himself with someone that looked like her. Their looks went perfectly together. Their personalities didn't exactly mesh well together, but Brantley began to second guess this conclusion when Nevaeh began to play along with his constant teasing. "I can see that happening. Especially when you beep the horn in the front." He laughed at her comment and grinned stupidly. In a way, he was glad that she didn't get offended by his constant, prude jokes. Most women found it annoying the way he was always taking everything so lightly. Brantley was a mean person, but most of the time he didn't get angry at people. They just took his jokes the wrong way. "Well, in my bed, the horn on the bed isn't the only thing that gets beeped." He shot her a wink and a dazzling smile before scooting a little closer to her on the couch. He put a muscled arm around her shoulders and pulled her a little closer to him. "We could have some fun together, ya know?" He was curious to see what her reply to that would be. This was the chance to see how the day would end. It could either be really bad, or really, really good. tag ! nevaeh and emma ! word count ! who cares ! outfit ! clicky ! credit ! justlikefalling @ caution 2.0 ! lyrics ! just my luck , MCFLY ! notes ! notes go here !
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Post by nevaehwhitley on Jan 4, 2011 18:55:25 GMT -8
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"If you said that then I'd know you were lying. I can tell you're attracted to me."
The words stung in her insides, making her pause for a moment. Was she really that readable? A strange, self-conscious feeling swept through her body, which was rather strange considering her attitude. She was hardly ever self-conscious; so why now, why right here? These questions bothered her as her expressionless face changed, leaving a smirk in its place. Did he really think she was that gullible? She wasn't going to start blurting out her never-dying love for him, that was for sure. She wasn't giving in, just yet.
"If you can figure out things like that so easily, then why haven't you admitted that you're attracted to me?"
After giving him an "Explain that." look that just might have killed him, she rolled her eyes slightly and turned to face the flat screen in front of her. Maybe he was attractive; she just didn't want to admit it to his face at that moment. Taking a breath, her gaze drifted back towards the game. At the moment, there was a personal foul being called on Brantley's favored team. He threw his hands in the air yet again, Nevaeh's lips curling in a smile at the disgusted expression that now inhabited his features. She almost felt like laughing; it seemed as though laughing would lighten the mood and cure everything that annoyed him. The eighteen-year-old smiled to herself, wishing that everything could be resolved that way. Easy and simple; just like laughing.
Only a smile was left as the laughing died out from the fire truck joke, leaving her looking straight at Brantley. God, he was pretty damn attractive. After another deep breath, Nevaeh waited for the moment to end. When it seemed like it had, Brantley was talking again, only this time a little more in depth. "Well, in my bed, the horn on the bed isn't the only thing that gets beeped." Raising her perfectly plucked eyebrows, her smile vanished and soon she was spitting out more words that maybe should've been kept in.
"I'm sure it isn't. You must go through a lot of horns, though." Her dull expression was soon transformed into a teasing one, another smirk curling her full lips. Nevaeh looked away, looking back at the TV. Fourth quarter; two minute warning. Her favored team was only ahead by a field goal now. Deep down, she had a feeling that she wouldn't see the last of this game. Of course; she could always watch the news tomorrow, if she eventually got home in time. By now, she expected the move; it always came after the bulk of the joking. Almost seconds after thinking this, Brantley moved closer to her on the couch, his toned, strong arm wrapping her closer to him.
Let the games begin, she thought, unimpressed. The expressionless face that once lay there suddenly turned into a teasing, smirky one. She had to play in the game to be in the game. "We could have some fun together, ya know?" Brantley said after a few moments, leaving Nevaeh pondering what she was going to say next. She decided not to say a word; there was nothing to argue with, that way. Instead, she turned her body to face him completely, giving him a look that would leave any man begging for more. A long, breech-covered leg draped over his own, almost putting her completely on his lap. She knew exactly where this was going; all she lacked was the common sense to know when to stop.
She looked him directly in the eye, a slight feeling of remorse filling her. At that moment, she almost didn't want things to go this way; she almost enjoyed his nasty jokes and the way he said things. But that feeling only lasted a second before coming to the conclusion that he wasn't just asking for it. In fact, he was making sure he got it. Whichever course the rest of the day took, she knew she was never going to see him again. Ever.
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Post by brantley on Jan 6, 2011 20:04:59 GMT -8
well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •
• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck ! Brantley could tell Nevaeh was torn up about not wanting to admit he was attractive. Lucky for her, he didn't really need her approval. He had a pretty good read on women already, though. He felt like he knew them backwards and forwards, even though he didn't really know the slightest thing. He just assumed that good looks got everything he ever needed, but little did he know that they only got one so far in life. Brantley studied her for a long time while she was debating in her head about him. She really was a beautiful woman. Brantley's male hormones took over and he was intent on getting her home. He actually couldn't decide whether or not it would be better to just tackle it right here. As much as he wanted to just jump her on the spot, Brantley sat back in the couch and listened to her speak in response to his previous statement. "If you can figure out things like that so easily, then why haven't you admitted that you're attracted to me?" He let out an easy laugh. Brantley really enjoyed her sense of humor and how she played off of his. If it weren't for the physical attraction he felt, he would even go as far to say that they would be good friends. Shoving that rediculous thought aside, he turned back to face her. "All you had to do was ask. I'll have you know that I am wildly attracted to you...There, I said it first. Now you can admit it." A huge grin played on his lips as he listened to her laugh about his joke about the firetruck bed. He drank her light giggle in, ashamed at himself for how much he actually enjoyed it. Brantley never actually took the time to take notes about his 'conquests'. He just did what he had to do to get laid and then it was done. He never even saw half of the girls again, but he had a feeling that Nevaeh could be one that he liked to keep around. He doubted she felt that way, but Brantley enjoyed her company. What is wrong with me... The thought raced through his head as Nevaeh turned to face him and practically sit in his lap. He simply raised his eyebrows at her comment about him going through a lot of horns. He wasn't even sure if that deserved a reply. Instead, he flashed his heart melting smile and ran his fingers slightly along her leg towards her hips. By that time, Nevaeh was staring him directly in the eye and Brantley snaked his muscular arms around her waist, pulling her directly into his lap. He locked his hands together behind her back, not really expecting her to try and pull away. He readjusted her so that she was facing him directly, one leg on each side of his body. His dark eyes locked onto her own as he slowly moved in a little closer. For a second, Brantley wasn't even sure this was happening. They had gone from despising eachother to... this. He ignored his thoughts as he felt her hot breath on his lips. He grinned slowly as he leaned in and placed his lips softly over hers. Her lips felt like heaven on his as he gently parted them with his tongue and became more passionate. He didn't really want to get into this here, but he didn't want to stop either. He knew if someone were to walk in on them it would totally ruin the moment. Mid-kiss, Brantley pulled away, his lips lingering on hers. His face was only inches from hers as he spoke is a husky voice, "Let's go back to my place." He knew she was already commited, so he really doubted she would back out now. Plus if she said she didn't enjoy that kiss then he knew she was a liar. His head was still reeling as he backed away slowly. He untangled himself from her and grabbed her small hand in his own larger one. Brantley gave her a smile and ran his thumb across her knuckles. He knew he already had her, so why was he trying so hard to keep her? It wasn't like him to get all affectionate after the action was over. This girl was doing crazy things to his mind. tag ! nevaeh and emma ! word count ! who cares ! outfit ! clicky ! credit ! justlikefalling @ caution 2.0 ! lyrics ! just my luck , MCFLY ! notes ! just reply to this and i'll make a thread at his appartment after !
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Post by nevaehwhitley on Jan 8, 2011 14:39:02 GMT -8
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The female was starting to have a pretty interesting day, which was always better than unpacking. She'd had her laughs and her fights with this Brantley she'd only met today, but she was having fun with it all and actually enjoyed his company, despite the fact that he was so ridiculously arrogant. He seemed to be getting better, though, as the conversation about the fire truck bed came into play. They were actually laughing with each other, until the conversation took on a serious side. Now, the topic was about attraction; Nevaeh just wouldn't admit the facts. She was entirely, 100% attracted to him and his humor, looks, and the way he held his own in a conversation. But could she really ever say anything about that? She didn't even have the guts, which was rare and never thought of about Nevaeh. Usually, she said whatever she wanted to say, whenever; today was different.
"All you had to do was ask. I'll have you know that I am wildly attracted to you...There, I said it first. Now you can admit it."
He replied to her previous statement, after an easy laugh that she wished to never end. She couldn't be falling for him; it would be the stupidest thing she's done in her whole life. Trying her hardest to keep the thought clear out of her mind, Nevaeh laughed too, her full lips curling into a small smile. After a moment's thought, she looked at him, preparing for her next words. "If I wanted to admit it, I would have; but maybe I'm just being an ass." Her smile wide, Nevaeh prepared for the backfire--the 'secret code' in the words. Brantley seemed to have it all figured out, but maybe she outsmarted him this time.
Brantley didn't reply to her horn joke. Instead, he raised his eyebrows, flashing a smile that almost took her breath away. God, why was she being such a pushover? With a million things scattered around in her mind, Nevaeh tried to keep cool and enjoy what would happen tonight, not like she ever didn't. If she didn't enjoy the attention and satisfaction of a one night stand, then why was she sitting here on Brantley's lap without even flinching away? Things felt so much different around him; he was driving her insane with his crazy comments and actions. It was hard to believe that it was going to end this way with them, despite the entertaining time she'd had with him before this. It hardly ever happened that she would "enjoy" her time with a guy before the game started. In fact, it had never happened before, until now.
Everything was a jumbled mess in her mind by the time he had positioned her in front of him, Nevaeh completely oblivious about what was happening at the moment. She tried to regain focus, but her focus went down the drain when he gently placed his lips over hers, sending Nevaeh into a black tunnel that she thought she'd never find her way out of. She slowly kissed him back, savoring the moment while it lasted. It was hard to belief that this was a one night stand; it had never felt this way before. Never in her life did she picture this moment. It was something you couldn't pull out of a story book, let alone real life. The kiss became more passionate as he parted her lips with his tongue, Nevaeh doing nothing but kissing him back. It was the only thing on her mind at the moment. When Brantley pulled away, inches from her now departed lips, he spoke softly to her about going to his place to take this to the next level. She could only nod, her big, brown eyes only focused on him as he took her hand, his thumb running over her knuckles, back and forth as he led her to his car.
There was only one question in her mind; how could something that seemed so horrible in her head turn out to be one of the most enjoyable things that has ever happened to her?
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