Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 10, 2011 10:25:46 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us
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She enjoyed doing random little things, stuff that would surprise almost anyone. She wasn't often able to do that when she was at school, but Lace was definitely exploiting it at Seth's house. After all, it was just him and her. And Lace wasn't too afraid or too intimidated to be herself around him. There were still those walls, and Lace wasn't scared to get defensive when she needed to be (and even when she didn't need to be). However, she had been trying to control her impulses - good and bad - lately.
Lace was a bit taken aback when Seth retreated from her little breadth of intimacy. If it could even be called that. She thought that he was going to yell at her, but instead, he just gave her a sort of puzzled look. She got that look from him a lot, it seemed. She mimicked the expression he was giving her, as if she were just as surprised. Honestly, she was more shocked that he moved away from her and acted like he had no clue what she was doing. Either he was just too good to be messed with by the likes of Lace or he really had no idea what an eskimo kiss was. If the latter was true, that was fairly sad. It seemed that Seth had no firsthand experience with being all... touchy-feely and whatnot. He was more of a get-to-the-point sort of guy.
She watched him reach across her for his hoodie and she was almost tempted to try something else, but he seemed pretty serious, so she just let him have his serious time. Lace, on the other hand, had pushed their previous encounter to the back of her mind and was vibrant. She wanted some contact with him, still - in fact, she very much craved it. But it only seemed like her efforts would be in vain at this point.
Her light eyes never left him as he began to clothe himself. She didn't mind him having his shirt off, but he was probably fairly uncomfortable. Lace certainly wouldn't have asked him to put it back on.
As the words he said reached her ears, a perturbed brow came down. Why did he have to bring this up again? Lace fidgeted a bit where she was sitting, obviously very unsure about the topic at hand, but she managed to keep a straight face to talk to him. "No, no dead animals. But the year is not over," Lace assured him.
She didn't really want to talk about the dead bird in her car. She didn't even want to think about it happening again. It was painful enough the first time, and Seth, by the end of the day, had really made it no better. No, in fact, he had made it worse by convincing her that he would let her down, and let her down hard. It definitely hadn't made her day any better. She didn't like talking about it. And she didn't really understand how he could be so mean, and then act so hurt when she rejected him.
Lace heaved a large sigh, directed mostly towards him. "So what do you do for fun around 'ere? You cannot simply lie in bed all day... can you?" she said, eying him curiously. "And I know you do not 'ave 'oards of girls lining up at your doorstep for you to romance. So that is out of the question." She moved her stare away from him now, instead staring straight up at the ceiling. Her head tilted as she leered at his roof, and her eyes narrowed, before she returned her gaze to Seth. But her gaze was cautious, now. Her breath was even hesitant. "But if you were to give me a second chance, I would love to do whatever with you."
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