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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 18:55:01 GMT
Her memory was fuzzy, faded in the edges with details sticking out like nails hammered into long planks of wood. Sharp, blood conjuring, the thoughts consumed her painfully but really, Viola didn't really understand what was going on. It was all happening to quickly for her to comprehend; she needed a second to just slow down, stop, and try and rearrange her thoughts back into chronological order, but it looked like she wasn't going to get that chance right now.
There was too much emotion, too much going on inside her head and that was all she could think of; how overwhelmed she was. Her forehead now pressing against his, her own arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer, it finally hit her what exactly was going on.
Viola, for some magical reason, was at his place. Viola, for some reason, was red hot like chilli tomatoes and hell, what else was bright red?
Her breath hitched, nervous suddenly pushing up against her throat. So she forced her eyes closed, and went in for a kiss. | [attr="class","appls"] [attr="class","beprp"]@salem you know you like it but it drives you insane |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 0:32:54 GMT
Salem knew exactly where this had been headed. But if you asked him – if he asked himself – of course he didn't. Of course he was surprised when they ended up like this, her arms locked behind his neck and his hands on her hips. Of course there was a hitch, a shock when their lips first met.
He kissed back on autopilot. He was a little drunk; she was more than a little cute. He didn't even have to think about Viola, that this was her little middle school love note and he'd checked yes. He didn't think about her clumsy lips and her tiny girlish frame and he didn't have to think about being guilty when he pushed tongue into the kiss. He was making her fucking dreams come true.
She wanted this, for him to pull her in closer, to assure her that he would lead and she only needed to follow.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 22:04:20 GMT
She knew, she knew it for a lie, his strange affection, but she didn't want to think about it. Maybe if there was anything good about this situation, she could dwell in it and feel content and not utterly miserable.
Butterflies fluttered around her stomach, and burst into little implosions when they tried to reach the surface. Her fingertips tingled with nerves. The ache in her toes was forgotten for the sinking sensation lips. There was a fear she didn't want to admit; she didn't want to think.
That would lead to more regret.
She pressed herself closer to him instead, jumping suddenly to wrap her legs around his waist, closing her eyes and wondering when it'd all end.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 4:46:55 GMT
He knew about her crush and didn't mean to add fuel to the fire, but that wasn't to say he made any conscious effort to discourage it. That didn't mean he was going to stop this. Either way feelings would be hurt and he wasn't ready to let her drop - he lifted her, held her weight easily.
She was just another girl, she was just another body flush against his. He broke off a moment, a laugh of disbelief rumbling in his chest against her pounding heart. This was the part where he should have cut it at the quick. This was the part where he should have given pause, but Salem was in no place to care.
This was actually the part he kissed her again, just before the part he carried her to bed.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 17:19:56 GMT
It wasn't her first time having sex.
It wasn't something she really liked to think about. It was probably during her sixteenth birthday; when her mother bothered to throw her a huge party, she got drunk and ended up in bed with the boyfriend of that girl who threw her drink in her face. Frankly, it gave her a sense of power she'd never felt before, and the actual act was good enough to give her an out of body experience.
What the boy looked like, she couldn't even remember. Maybe she was really getting into the rock star lifestyle. Often, she'd been told she had the looks, but not the heart for her job.
Yet, that time could never compare to this time.
Thinking about the moment they'd just shared though, it made her giddy and it made her heart speed quick like a tape on fast forward. Viola only ever felt this rush when she was hearing the band come together in a glorious sound.
Viola sighed underneath the covers, the warmth wrapping around her like the intimate embrace that didn't happen. She was almost sure her face was flushing, and Viola felt nauseated right down to her toes.
| [attr="class","appls"] [attr="class","beprp"]@salem you know you like it but it drives you insane |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 16:52:37 GMT
He had used to wake up like this every night – lately it was more hangover and less girls, but wild penthouse parties led to more attention than he cared to attract, and truthfully lost their novelty eventually.
When he sat up and glanced over, there was a bit of surprise – had that really happened? But then the night before unfolded itself in his memories – vague, thoughtless, heated – desperate, on her part. There wasn't much room to feel anything about Viola. She wasn't the first and she wasn't the most memorable, but she was there beside him.
The cigarettes were on the other side of the bed, and he hoped she was still asleep when he leaned over her to get them.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 21:44:40 GMT
Viola's eyes were wide, and blank. Bees buzzed in the corners of her mind, pressing hard against the contours of her brain. It didn't take her long to figure out she was hung over, and it didn't take her long to realise who's bed she was in.
She squirmed, previously in a state of limbo when ecstasy seemed to just emit out of her pores, but surely she didn't feel that way now. She felt young and embarrassed, foolish and naive.
In fact, if there was a bottle on the bedside table, it'd be in her hands already. Hangover be damned.
But she stayed still, until his hand reached across her head. Without thinking, she grabbed hold of it, then let go, realising what just happened.
With that, she just sunk deeper under the sheets.
"Morning." She said, with the words muffled under the sheets.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 5:31:48 GMT
He had thought - hoped - she'd still be asleep, and he froze when a small hand darted out to grab his. Just as quickly she retreated back into the sheets, and his gaze drifted down to hers, lazily.
He leaned over the rest of the way, hair brushing over her, grabbing the cigarettes and lighter on the night table.
"Morning." Salem said back, not sounding particularly glad to see her there. He yawned, leaning back against the headboard and lighting up. As a half-hearted courtesy, he offered the pack to Viola.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 21:37:48 GMT
She squeesed her eyes shut when his hair brushed over her, as she imagined his figure taking whatever he was apparently going for across from him. As soon as she couldn't feel it though, she opened her eyes uneasily, and once again, they were drawn back to him like metal and a magnet. Perhaps it was already determined to be hopeless, her cause, that is.
Her figure still lay there, half staring at Salem half trying to figure out the constellations of his ceiling. After a short pause, she took the packet, voice be damned. A cigarette would smooth things over like a hot iron would, she supposed.
So she dragged her body upwards, taking the sheet with her so she'd still be slouching, but on the headboard, at least. Hesitant, she clumsily drew one out with two fingers, letting the packet fall on top of the sheets, and looked at him, wondering what to do next.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 6:52:36 GMT
She had the look of a child lost in a grocery store, watching Salem as if hoping to find someone familiar in his features. He didn't pay her much mind, head dropping back against the headboard to take a few deep drags.
By the time she sat up and fumbled a cigarette from the pack, he felt a little more inclined to pay her some mind. "You don't smoke." he realized with a chuckle - of course not, she was a singer. But he wasn't her father or her brother - he sure as hell wasn't a voice of reason.
He wasn't sure why he was teaching her, then, but Salem reached over, plucked the cigarette from her fingers and held it up to her mouth so she'd take it. His other hand found the lighter he'd dropped onto the sheets, flicking it on and holding it up for her. "Breathe in."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 20:15:45 GMT
She'd learnt about cigarettes back in high school; they were lung cancer causing bad sticks of death, ready to burn your heart out. Smoking was frowned upon, but Viola was curious. Mother told her over and over again they would damage her voice, and she had no one else to listen to. Mother told her it was okay to do anything else she was curious with; recreational drugs occasionally, sex with protection- she was all very nonchalant and apathetic about it.
And, she supposed, mother was who she was thinking of when she spluttered her breath of tobacco. Viola breathed in like she said, and moved to take the stick out quickly, trapped in two fingers like she'd seen all the other kids do. Still coughing, she dared not to look at Salem; why, oh why?! Why did she think cigarettes were a good idea? Why did she think Salem would look at her differently, a woman, not a girl?
Why couldn't she be the one he wanted her to be?
Her shoulders were cold, sitting up without the sheets to cover them. Viola's eyes narrowed, suddenly feeling stupid and small. She knew sex didn't matter to rock stars; she didn't exactly have to read 'Rock Stars for Dummies' to know that much. But she also felt like she should've read it cover to cover.
There was so much she didn't know. Mama didn't prepare her for this.
It hurt.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2013 5:38:54 GMT
He didn't give Viola much thought, he didn't really consider what it meant for her to be smoking. Whether she had taken a cigarette or refused didn't matter - nothing she did now really did. Salem spared her a glance and an amused scoff, seeing her sputtering and choking against the smoke.
He already understood that Viola Liu was no rock star, that she had no experience but this, that she was young and naive, but he had also decided that she wasn't his business. Already she had more starting out than he ever had. She'd be fine. He was fine, after all.
The same cigarette smoke that choked Viola put Salem at ease, relaxing against the headboard. His head still pounded, the silence soothing while he finished his cigarette. He had to lean over her again to reach the ash tray.
"You don't have anywhere to be?" He asked as he sat back up, raising a brow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 0:44:16 GMT
She blinked in response to his words at first, currently deep in a mix of self loathing and daydream. She blinked the fatigue away, and timidly turned her head to face Salem, eyes raising up to him like the resurrection. Scared of accidentally setting his apartment alight (the two of them with it, too) Viola snubbed out the cigarette on the ashtray he was now holding, sheets sliding down just a little. She tried not to care, but she knew she was all too aware of it all.
Now holding a strand of her coloured hair to the dim light, she remained speechless until it fell. Was she sad? Was she happy? She liked him, didn't she?
"Well, um," She began, finding the words a little hard to say. She licked her dry bottom lip. "I wouldn't be here if I did, let's just put it that way."
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