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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 21:11:16 GMT -5
She collapsed onto the couch at Biella Chateau, tired, sweaty and dirty but happy. After a six-and-a-half hour run, there was no other way one could feel. Kicking her feet up onto the coffee table (terrible manners but she couldn't really care), she drank greedily from one of the water bottles she had snagged. She knocked her heels against the edge of the table, kicking her Converses off. They were usually terrible to run in but this particular pair had been worn in so perfectly they fit Andrua better than any high-performance running shoe could ever dream of. Sighing, Andrua let her head tip back against the head rest and her eyes close. She felt good. She wanted to sleep and shower and read and eat and see Benson (not necessarily in that order) but she felt good. And visit Emma to see the new kid. That too. She should fit that in at some point. But as it was, she might not make it to that until tomorrow. Shoving a hand through her sweat-dampened hair, she exhaled carefully and finished off the one bottle, reaching for the next. Lifting her wrist, she checked her watch to see the time only to find her wrist watch-less. Rolling her eyes, she figured it was probably some time around seven-thirty or eight in the evening. She had left for her run just before six-thirty, so that made sense. She might not get to anything on her list other than "sleep" and that sleep might take place right there on that couch...
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 21:24:27 GMT -5
Nothin' better than running. Best high there is. Of course, when it's added to maybe seveteen other grown men in a messy, dirty, rules-not-implemented pick-up game of football, there's some major crashes to that high. He held his water bottle over his mouth and squirted it into his face, getting some in his mouth and swallowing that quenching goodness that never tasted so wonderful in his life. The rest his poured on his head as he stepped into the mansion of Biella. "That...was the greatest..th...ev..." He panted still, having just come in from a five-mile run after playing the game. He all but face-planted into the floor. "How y'doin?" he mumbled into the tile floor to Andrua, who he'd spotted a few moments before falling.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 21:30:18 GMT -5
Andrua couldn't help but laugh heartily. Stupid boy. He had probably tired himself out two-fold and then thought "Hey, you know what would be good? A fun, five-mile run." Stupid boy.
She nudged his cheek with her toe (which, now that she thought about it, probably smelled terrible, considering it had been jammed in her old Converse for the better part of almost two hours), hoping to revive him. "You alive? Or did you die on me?" She giggled then and unscrewed the cap on the second water bottle. holding it over Benson's head, she drizzled the still cold water over his forehead.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 21:42:01 GMT -5
He only gave a long, loud sigh as she poured the water over his face. Nice... Good, water. He opened his mouth to catch some. Water. Delicious. "Check back in a few hours and I'll have a clearer idea for ya," he replied drousily, pulling off his underarmor workout shirt. Who invented clothing, anyway?
Rolling backwards, he lifted himself on his feet again, surprised at how stable his legs were (maybe they were tight from overuse), looking down at her. His face moved from right to left, gazing over her legs. "What'd you do? Roll in a pile of pure stentch?" He wrinkled his nose, dropping a kiss to her cheek.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 21:51:41 GMT -5
She pushed his face away, not allowing him the kiss. "Hell no." You cannot call me a pile of pure stench and then expect me to give you a kiss. Fuck you." She was teasing, of course, and tossed him a grin just to be sure he knew.
She reached for the last water bottle that she had grabbed (she tended to drink a lot of water, even when she hadn't gone for a run) and offered it to him. "Share, though," she stipulated. "I'm dehydrated myself here." She needed a shower. Maybe she could coerce Benson to join her....
No. No, all they did was have sex lately. They could shower separately and then get back together. And sleep. Or eat. Or both. Or something. She was too tired to think properly.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 21:55:48 GMT -5
Not that he worried about their relationship dying prematurely, but constant sex might get boring to her, like they weren't progressing; going anywhere. Did she want to go anywhere at all? Grabbing the bottle, he untwisted the cap, still eyeing her with a playful smirk on his face as he took one gulp before giving the bottle back to her. "I got enough. You take it. You look like you need it anyway."
Flopping down beside her, he took her legs into his arms and flung them over his lap. "You're not smelly, by the way. Just...well seasoned. From a good workout." He smiled, pulling his face closer. "Can I have a kiss now? Please?"
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 22:09:35 GMT -5
She accepted the bottle gratefully. "Thank you." She liked her boyfriend again. He gave her things like the gallant, noble man he was. She took a few gulps from the bottle before letting it settle in her stomach a little. Nothing worse than getting a sour stomach from drinking water too quickly.
She chuckled at his attempt to save himself, a lop-sided smile reaching her face. "Yeah, okay." Tipping to him, she pressed a gently kiss to his lips. Settled back against the armrest, she nudged his stomach with her toes, trying to encourage him to give her a massage. Her feet hurt. It was probably those injuries from her stupidity acting up again.
Eyes slipping closed again, she took a slow, leisurely swallow of water. This was nice; just vegging out with her boyfriend. She wanted to cuddle up close to him but she couldn't find the energy just yet. She would in a minute.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 22:13:09 GMT -5
Taking the hint, he went about pressing his thumb in calming circles in the crooks of her feet as he returned the kiss, eyes set on her even as she drank. He'd never seen prettier worn feet. They kind of smelled and, sure, had calises, but that's what made them special. They were used, just as feet were meant to do. He started up her calves, too, suspecting they might be just as tense.
"Feeling better?" he asked, wanting to know if his attempts at massages were working.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 22:28:36 GMT -5
She couldn't find words to answer his question. She groaned in satisfaction, loving the feeling. Holy Mary, Jesus and Joseph. That felt fucking heavenly. This man was a God in disguise on Earth and his fingers had the Holy Ghost posessing them.
After stretching briefly, she shifted to her knees and cuddled up to his side. She nudged her nose into the crook of his neck. It was weird and she knew it, sure, but she loved the smell of sweat. Just made her feel... Made her remember she was alive. She kissed his neck delicately and snuggled close.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 22:37:26 GMT -5
Andrua seemed so content here. Why did she go to Arizona, then? She never seemed confused before. And now she was even more confident. So maybe Maxen... Bah, this was no time to go jumping to conclusions. He was reluctant about asking, because she'd avoided the conversation before, but it was something he felt he was obligated to know. It wouldn't make a difference on their relationship, and he had to make her see that.
"Dru," he started softly, arms gradually slipping around her waist and pulling her close, "you said you met Maxen while you were hitchhiking trying to find your parents. Were you two ever...?"
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 22:47:29 GMT -5
"Dru, you said you met Maxen while you were hitchhiking trying to find your parents. Were you two ever...?"
She briefly considered teasing him, asking him what he meant, pretending to not understand the question. But considering what her answer was, she thought that might be cruel. She considered it a minute before sighing. "Not...offiicially. I mean, we never...did anything." But the feeling was always there. It was always lurking, hanging over there. To the point where they both knew it but refused to admit it: to themselves or each other.
"I won't lie, though. There was a time where I really wanted it. And I think he did to. It was just...odd between us." Because he was older and she was broken and he was something of a guardian to her. It was just never right.
She found she didn't like talking about Maxen. Not because she was ashamed or anything just...because. Wrinkling her nose, she scooted closer to Benson, nearly in his lap.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 22:53:24 GMT -5
Somehow, he felt that hard to believe that they never did anything, considering who Andrua was now (she wasn't "loose," per se, but she was physical and knew what she wanted and how to get it), but he felt it best to trust her right now. Why would she lie? Not like she wanted to go back for... Shit. This was going to be harder to talk about than he thought. Why did he bring this up?
Ah, there it was! Benson nodded with a little more conviction now. "Odd?" he pressed gently, kissing the top of her head and tightening his hold, telling her he was still there and that he wanted to be with her.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 23:03:38 GMT -5
Her face screwed up a little in concentration. "Well, it's hard to explain, I guess. It just always seemed...wrong for us to be together. I think it's cause I was only, like, sixteen or so when he first met me and he was twenty-two. So there was always this...kind of taboo vibe between us." She shrugged, not really knowing if that was an accurate description.
She tilted her head up and smiled softly. Kissing him gently, she dropped her hand to his abdomen. "I think, if I had stayed there a longer, eventually..." she admitted. She was sure something would have happened if she had stayed with Maxen. The only reason nothing had happened on her most recent trip there was probably because he could see how in love she was with Benson at that point.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 23:11:34 GMT -5
He felt his breath get caught in his throat. If she'd stayed longer... Jesus. Swallowing hard, he tried to pass the rock-like lump in his neck. "Eww," he intoned with a croak, shaking his head and slouching down in his seat, one hand of his clasping his other wrist around her middle. "I mean, I just... Y'do realize what that woulda done to me, right?" he scoffed, though the smile faded just as quickly as it came.
"Anyway," he shrugged, "the important thing is you're here and...you wanna be here." Right?
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 23:22:01 GMT -5
She giggled at his insecurity and shook her head. "Of course, Bennie." She turned to be facing him in his lap. "I am very happy that I'm here. I like being with you very, very much." As if to prove it, not that she needed to, she dropped a slow, leisurely kiss to his lips.
"I need a shower," she announced. She waited a moment, staying in his lap. Just to see if he wanted to join her. She wasn't trying to end the conversation, it could continue, she just seriously needed a shower.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 23:29:45 GMT -5
Sure, sure she did. He smiled cheekily down at her, wanting to remember the sensations for a long time. Her kisses always seemed to pull away a fraction too early, leaving him with an even greater desire to be with her, wanting her more. Benson sighed, nodding, face scrunching up. "Yeah, you do," he chuckled.
That was the end of that conversation, he supposed. Again. Cut short, once more. "Feel like not-walking?" He didn't. Teleporting to the bedroom, he landed on the couch, Andrua still on his lap. "Go do your stuff. I'll wait for you."
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 23:45:31 GMT -5
She rubbed her nose against his and giggled softly. "Thanks for the ride." She jumped from his lap and skipped off to the bathroom. She shimmied out of her running shorts before she made to the door, though. And she pulled her shirt of just before the door closed behind her. Oh well, that was just how things happened.
She got under the frigid water quickly and got washed even quicker. In just ten minutes she was washed and dried. But had no clean clothes to change into. Frowning, she exited the bathroom, water still dripping from her short hair. "I got no clothes," she announced, standing before wrapped in the towel that barely reached her knees.
She shifted a little and shivered as the water from her hair dropped onto her spine.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 30, 2009 23:50:49 GMT -5
He waited with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes to getting a few minutes' rest before he heard the shower water go off and the door reopen. Oh, shit. She didn't have clothes, did she. He started to snicker to himself, even as she approached him with only a towel. It took all his effort not to laugh outright at her.
"Sorry. Didn't think about that. Go grab a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from my drawer. 'Fraid I don't have any undies or bra for you, though. I don't keep those on hand." He flashed her a grin, running a hand through her wet strands of hair.
"Y'look pretty after a shower." Hell, she looked beautiful sweaty, too.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 0:04:38 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at that, moving from him to scour his drawers. "Please, who are you kidding? We all know you wear women's underwear." She dropped the towel and quickly pulled on a pair of his boxers and a black tee. She shuffled back to him, toweling off her hair. She did feel better, though. Her muscles were slowly retracting and her body had cooled. She didn't have the adrenaline high that came after a run, but she was refreshed and alert now.
She grinned at his compliment, sitting next to him. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she bit her lowerlip. After watching him a moment, she giggled softly and leaning in to kiss him softly. "Thanks. I love you."
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Post by Benson Thomas on Oct 31, 2009 0:20:17 GMT -5
"Damn!" he snapped, laughing. "You caught me." Looking over into the bedroom, he chuckled lowly to himself, hating to invade her privacy, but...there was nothing wrong with her body, nothing at all. Was it at all perverted? Perhaps. But why would God make a woman's body so pure and wonderful to look at if it wasn't meant to be looked at?
He sighed, rubbing her back, nose buried in her hair. "Love you, too," he mumbled into her scalp, cradling her in his hold. He liked the sense of being able to keep something safe. He wanted to make sure she was all right and comfortable on his chest, with him. Benson felt like he'd finally accomplished something by getting her to trust him; to accept him in her life. Now he had to protect her.
'Cause, damn it, he loved her.
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