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Post by Ainslie Darling on Feb 20, 2010 23:09:45 GMT -5
Ainlie was reaching the end of her rope. She now knew how Colette had been feeling all this time. Completely over-whelmed. Everything with Evangeline and Colette and River and Josslyn worrying over Cain getting involved with the whole Evangeline/Nicolas thing as well as the Corona/Nicolas thing... And that wasn't even mentioning everything that was going on with her brother Lewis... "Christ," she mumbled, blocking the tears before dropping. She was not one of those girls; who cried just because of a bad day. But she had had a bad fucking five months, almost. She whimpered a little, pulling the monogrammed handkerchief from her pocket. As she dabbed at her eyes, she pushed through the front door of Rosewood. She kept her head down, not really wanting to talk to anyone else. Just Sargon. She just wanted to see Sargon. No one else. Licking her lips, she came upon Sargon's office door. She rapped on it quietly, adding a soft call of, "Sargon? It's Ains..." Please let him be there, let him be not busy, let him want to see her... |
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Post by Sargon on Feb 20, 2010 23:22:57 GMT -5
Nothing much had changed for Sargon since he had come to New York. He had found his sister, yes, but he was practically back where he started--as her no-good son of a bitch husband already hated him. He hoped that he would somehow be able to fix that, buuut he didn't know. That was kind of pushed to the side of his head right now. Yes, it was why he had come there, but he had much more to be involved with. Like his students.
Or a very pretty girl.
... Okay, maybe the main thing on his mind was Ainslie. Between both kf their busy-ish schedules, he hadn't seen her since their date a while ago. He was thinking that maybe today he would drop by, after he finished his paperwork and stuff. Looking up at the clock, he was wondered if he would have time. He thean heard a knock at his door. Who could that be?
He knew who he wished it was, and he could imagine her voice... But damn. Did he actually hear that? Was it just wishful thinking, or...? He stood there for a second, wondering, before he realized he ought to get the door, whether or not it was Ainslie. He took a few long strides to reach the door and he pulled it open, looking to see who it was.
It was Ainslie. He smiled, but then his smile faded as he noticed that she... Well, she didn't look happy. What was up? His fading smile was replaced with a look of concern. She looked like she needed a hug. He wrapped an arm around her, asking softly, "Hey, what's wrong?" No, he wasn't gonna ask 'if' there was something wrong. Because it was pretty obvious. "Why don't you come in and sit down?" he suggested, guiding her through the door and into his office. He bit his lip and looked at her, frowning slightly. Was she okay?
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Feb 20, 2010 23:37:42 GMT -5
Sargon pulled her into a hug the moment he opened the door. Thank god. She buried her face against his neck, inhaling his woodsy scent. Nothing overpowering, just 'man.' It anchored her immediately, but she could still feel the pressure rising in her chest. "What's not wrong?" she asked softly, voice weak.
They moved into the office a little and once they had stopped moving she shifted to be higher, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She just wanted to get as close to him as she could. Bury herself inside of him and ignore the world for a little bit. "It's just been a little crazy lately," she explained softly, exhaling, pressing even closer to her. "Sorry for barging in on you like this," she added. She closed her eyes softly, tasting the skin on his neck softly with a small, open-mouthed kiss.
"I don't wanna sit down," she replied. "I wanna stay here. With you. In your arms." She nuzzled against him gently, feeling ridiculously affectionate and weepy.
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Post by Sargon on Feb 21, 2010 0:08:26 GMT -5
As soon as she embraced him back and pressed herface to his neck, he knew his suspicions of something being up were right. Not that he didn't like her holding onto him like this and stuff. But he didn't think she usually wouldve done that. Eh, he didn't know. He was confused slightly. He stroked softly and soothingly at her back, closing his eyes softly. "C'mon, tell me," he said, greatly concerned. The weakness of her voice kind of scared him.
He wrapped his arms tighter around her as she moved closer, one had stroking her hair softly. She seemed to be in desperate need of affection. Poor girl. "No, hun, it's fine. I wasn't doing much anyway," he said softly. "I was actually thinking of coming over to visit," he said with a small smile. But she had come. He was glad she had, too. He felt himself get strangely relaxed as she softly kissed his neck. He held her closer, if such a thing was possible.
"Alright, babe," he said warmly, feeling happy at her sudden rush of affection. It was nice. "So tell me... What's all been bothering you lately?" Ge was very curious. And of course, being the gentleman that he was, he had to try to the best of his abilites to solve all her problems.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Feb 21, 2010 0:29:07 GMT -5
"C'mon, tell me."
She would. Eventually. It's just that she was thoroughly enjoying this right now, this moment. She would tell him everything, because that's why she came to him. Well, aside from the immense need for a hug and intimacy and contact. She needed someone to talk to. Someone who would listen and hug her an not judge her if she cried and tell her everything would be okay.
His arms were strong against her but his fingers soft and she loved the feeling. She liked him squeezing her, almost too tight. Gave her something to feel and sink into. Helped her to realize that she didn't always have to stand on her own. That sometimes, there was someone there to help her, keep her standing.
She loved that he was using those little endearments with her. None of her other boyfriends had every used them; they hadn't really been the affectionate, sensitive types. Not that Sargon was feminine or anything of that sort. He just really and truly cared about her. "Just stuff with a few of my students. And Colette and my brother." Biting her lip, she went into it a little deeper. "My assistant, Evangeline, she's having some relationship troubles between Corona and Shames and everything? And then on top of all that, her abusive ex is in town and somehow got into my school and beat the crap out of her."
And that was just the very beginning.
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Post by Sargon on Feb 21, 2010 15:03:33 GMT -5
He continued to stroke at her hair as she started to explain. His frown deepened. "You got a lot to worry about," he commented quietly. He decided that maaaybe he could lighten her mood with humor. It worked with his guy friends. "If it makes you feel better, I can go and beat a few people up," he offered, with a tiny grin. And he wasn't lying. He would beat people up for her.
Anything that upset her or made her unhappy in the slightest--he would beat the living daylights out of it. He wanted Ainslie happy, and any obstacle in her path to happiness was his number one enemy. Call him head-over-heels in love (he was), but eeeveryone knows that loyal and dedicated men are the best. Or so he thought.
Somehow he thought that she wasn't telling him the whole story. She seemed so distressed, and it couldn't be just for the things that she had told him (not that those weren't bad enough, he just knew there was more). "Im sorry you gotta go through this," he said softly, holding her tight and rubbing her back slightly. Usually he probably wouldn't have known what to do in this situation. But it wasn't hard to figure out--he had to make her feel better, anyway possible.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Feb 21, 2010 15:14:51 GMT -5
"You got a lot to worry about,"
Ainslie chuckled softly at that, leaning into his touch. "Tell me about it," she stated lowly. "I'm glad I also have you," she admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "It would be even worse if I didn't have anyone to talk to..." And he really did make it a little better just by listening.
"If it makes you feel better, I can go and beat a few people up."
She smirked at that, giggling again. "That would make me feel better," she joked. Shaking her head, she let her feet drop to the ground but kept her body as close to him as possible. "But then you'd get hurt or in trouble and then I'd just have another thing to worry about." Her arms slipped from his shoulders down to his waist, holding on tight.
"I'm sorry you gotta go through this."
His soft murmur almost broke her right there. "Thank you," she managed to get out. Still leaning heavily on him, she removed her arms so she could wrap them around herself, hugging her middle tight. Thrusting her face against his shoulder, she spoke quickly, voice a little muffled, "Okay, I'm gonna cry now. Like, really cry. I apologize in advance." The last words were trailed with a sob as her shoulders shook.
Squeezing herself, Ainslie let herself cry; really let go. Tears trailed down her face and she briefly worried over the wet mark that would be left on Sargon's shirt. But she knew he wouldn't mind. She knew he wouldn't judge her for crying either, wouldn't assume she was weak or being dramatic. He would just hold her and stroke her and be gentle and kind and perfect.
She just wanted it all to stop. She wanted to have solved and dealt with all the problems. She didn't want to have to think about abusive boyfriends or fathers, or returned-from-the-dead wives, or absent husbands and affairs and missing children or her brother throwing his life away and her parents not caring about it...
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Post by Sargon on Feb 23, 2010 23:09:50 GMT -5
"Aww, Hun," he said. She was too cute. Too nice, too special, too pretty, too... Too goddamn amazing. "Im glad I have you, too," he said with a small grin. He was glad that he had managed to become friends (... Or more?) with such a perfect girl. "You know you can always talk to me, right?" he asked. Because he'd always listen if she had to rant or cry or anything. He would be there to hold her and rock her and...
He sounded like some sort of... Cheesy romantic. What was it about some of those women that turned normal, manly men into little prancing puppy dogs of fools. It was sort of ear that women always had the upper hand. They controlled it all--the smart ones had their men on a leash. Ainslie had him on a leash, even if she didn't know it. Because man, he was in deep.
"I'd get hurt?" he said, feigning disbelief and indignancy. "Aw, you don't have faith in me, that's the problem right there. I might not be all muscle-y, but I can really do some beating up, y'know," he said, drawling out his words. He didn't know if trying to make her laugh was a good idea. But whenever he was all down aboutsomething, laughing about it was always his best bet. He watched her shift positions, and he pulled her close, arms holding her there gently.
It was making him sad, seeing her all like this. He hugged her close, hearing her muffled words. "Dont apologize," he said softly, one hand rocking her back and the other softly stroking her hair. He let her cry, holding her close and rocking slightly back and forth. Of course he wouldn't judge her. From what she'd told him, her problems were many and large. He was sorry she had to go through it all, but he understood her tears.
Now, Sargon wasn't one who usually dealt with tears or crying or sadness very well. But he would try. Because seeing her upset... It wa just... Horrible. For her sake, he wanted everything to be better.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Feb 23, 2010 23:26:59 GMT -5
"I'd get hurt?" he said, feigning disbelief and indignancy. "Aw, you don't have faith in me, that's the problem right there. I might not be all muscle-y, but I can really do some beating up, y'know."
Ainslie gave a watery chuckle, shaking her head. "Of course you can," she agreed amiably. And she knew he could. "Not all muscle-y"? Who was he kidding? He certainly was muscular. And strong. And manly... He could certainly kick some asses if the need arose. But that wouldn't really help in this situation so the point was moot.
"Dont apologize."
Still snuggled against him, Ainslie rubbed her eyes against his shoulder, hoping to calm herself down. "Sorry." Then she laughed at herself, shaking her head again. "I just apologized for apologizing," she murmured softly. Curling her fingers into his bicep, she turned her face back into his neck. "Thanks for letting me do that," she commented. "I needed it, I think."
And she did. She felt a lot better. There was still a lurking pit in her stomach at the thought of all she had to do about her problems. But she didn't feel so pressure and panicky now. Much calmer. Thanks to Sargon.
She cuddled against him like a kitten. She wasn't usually this soft and affectionate. It must be the circumstances. And the company...
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Post by Sargon on Mar 4, 2010 21:03:33 GMT -5
[[sorry. this is short and amazingly sucky. >.< ]]
He grinned halfheartedly at her. Apparently, humor wasn't well appreciated in this situation. But he could get that. Like, really, sometimes you just wanted to cry and whine and stuff--you didn't want to be made happy. He had experienced that feeling a few times. Sometimes you just needed to cry.
He held her tightly and closely, liking how she snuggled against him. And then she said sorry again, and he didn't even realize what she was laughing at until she explained it. He chuckled a bit. "Oh, no problem." He said, with a soft smile. "..Any time," he added, with a small little grin. Usually he didn't let people cry on him, didn't like people crying on him--but hey, it wasn't that bad. He could probably let her do it again. Maybe.
She continued to cuddle against him, and he petted her hair, grinning lightly. "Hey, why so snuggly all of a sudden?" he asked. Well, not that he minded. He wouldn't mind if she was like this aaaaaall the time. Snuggling wasn't bad at all. As a matter of fact, he liked snuggling. Especially when it was her.
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Post by Ainslie Darling on Mar 5, 2010 15:59:04 GMT -5
"Oh, no problem." He said, with a soft smile. "..Any time."
Ainslie grinned softly at that, comforted. She had never been taken care of in a relationship. Well, never like this. All her other boyfriends were either intimidated by her independence or tried to completely over-rule her. Not Sargon, though. He allowed her vulnerability without exploiting it. He comforted her without coddling. He let her be her own person without distancing himself too much.
This, to Ainslie's surprise, was working out beyond well. Not that she hadn't thought it would work with him. She just always approached relationships in that manner: doubtful. Made it easier when it all crashed and burned. But this one... She didn't see that happening with this one.
"Hey, why so snuggly all of a sudden?"
"Are you complaining?" she asked, voice light and breathy, toying with the ends of laughter. She huddled further into his chest, breathing his scent in deep. "Dunno. Just enjoying the moment, I guess." She kept her eyes closed as she leaned away from him, letting her back hit the wall. Once she was against it, she pulled him shortly, tugging his front to hers again. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him. There were still tears sparkling on her cheeks; though she was done crying and felt much better, her body was still aching for contact and affection.
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