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| Warren Worthington | Apr 19 2009, 08:50 AM Post #11 |
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If the topic of relationships were brought up Warren's past encounters weren't so different from Alisons. Though the trouble with being a high class aristacrat meant that there was plenty of focus on the young man and choosing with whom he revealed his wings was always testing. There had been girls that had tried to use his deformities as a chance to get recognition, fame or money. It was a sad life for someone to resort to using someone's natural born differences as some kind of bargaining chip. Atleast his parents had been good at covering that up, but was it to hide their shame rather than his pressence to the world? Was being a mutant so bad that they couldn't go out in public without fear of being stoned or worse. Some would say that he was a sign or gift from God. What did he think? Warren wasn't sure, he tried to be good, but he was only human. Sure a mutant maybe but a human all the same. Nearly all the other people that he had met at the institute seemed to look normal enough. Why couldn't he have had powers that were less obvious or not at all. Warren shook his head, that was his father thinking not him. He should be proud of his mutant genes. It just felt lousy. The woman that had served as waitress came by with all their orders in one go. She certainly was talented, balancing the plates and drinks at the same time took some skill. "Thanks." he offered as the food was set down and utensils were left for them. Warren looked at Ali's order and nodded. "That looks nice." He said reassuringly, he hoped his was alright also. He was hungry enough to eat it even if it was terrible. Sure he ate like a bird, but he needed a lot of energy. Warren took a bite of his food as Ali spoke of her piercings, he nodded and noted the ones in her ears and nose. The lip he had seen yes and then the others came up. He heard it and it took a second to register in his head, half chewing, Warren gave Ali a look. Two of them.. where? He coughed and spluttered on his pancakes, forcing a tear out of one eye as he tried to clear his throat. His whole body convulsed as he coughed and sighed when he had cleared the passageway. Wiping the tear from his eye, Warren looked straight at Ali, she wasn't joking. "You got two, down there?" Oh man that was wild, she was crazy. And then curiosity won him over. "Does that like do anything for you?" He shook his head when asked about any of his own secret markings or pierces. "No I have none, kind of boring I know. My mother made sure that I had perfect skin for years, she used to do a little bit of high class modeling. Anyway aside from the obvious." He thumbed towards his back, "Nothing out of the ordinary, I don't even remember any scars from being a kid, I guess I had good genes in that way, seemed to heal up quick enough." He said kind of surprised at that. He didn't even really remember any long lasting grazes from falling over. He shrugged it off and tried his drink, it was hot and chocolatey so it did the trick. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 19 2009, 06:04 PM Post #12 |
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If Alison could take Warren’s wing for him, so he could live a normal live, she would. Hell, she’d then dye the feathers black, and use them in her shows. Sure, people would know what’s up with her for sure, but man would her shows just rock! She wasn’t just interested in him because of his wings, though they were pretty damn cool. She wasn’t interested in his money; though it was cool he can cover his own drinks. He was very pretty also, though looks were like a bonus to the real prize. And his name? It could be Mudd far as she cared. People might not ever realize the money this girl comes from with the way she behaves now. The blonde babe was good company, even if they had some rough patches. That’s why she didn’t just leave the café when things got irksome. The girl was built of tougher stuff than that. Food was being placed before the pair, and Alison gave a bright smile to show her thanks, as well as saying as such. When Warren commented on her food, Ali looked at it. “You can have some of it if you want? It smells pretty great.” The young woman didn’t mind sharing, and did so often with her band mates. Sometimes food was a little light, so it was the best thing to do to keep people fed. Those times usually came after a small gig, or the times they paid for their own recording time and cds. It was tough trying to make it in the music industry on your own. The dark haired rocker nods at Warren’s own food. “I made some of those once, did fresh bananas in them. We used chocolate sauce instead of syrup too. It was pretty kick @$$.” And then, Warren reacted to Ali’s piercings. Though the choking almost had the girl concerned, at the same time, she could not help but to laugh as he sputtered and seemed to look at her almost as if he didn’t believe her. His reaction was pretty priceless. He asked for her to clarify that she did indeed have two piercings ‘down there’, and she nodded her head. “Yep. Got two. One of those hurt pretty #@$%ing bad. Sobered me right the hell up when it happened, too. The other one was just as easy as the lip one you can see. Stung a bit, but it’s all cool now.” Did they do anything for her? “If a guy knows how to treat it right, it can add to stuff. Sadly when you’re picking winners who are half sloshed out of their minds already… things just kinda are rough and tumble. It’s fun anyhow.” Alison tried some of her wrap as Warren talked about good skin and his mother, and she let out a quiet ‘Mmmm’ sound. “This is hella good. And the bacon is the right type of crispy.” She then nods a bit about his cuts. “Well, Logan there heals stuff up pretty fast. I clocked him once in the face, and saw it all go away myself. It was odd stuff to see, but there wasn’t a scar or anything. Maybe you got a little bit of the sort of juju going on. You’re lucky too, if you ask me. I could so see you being a model too, angel. Maybe once people stop being such uptight dinks about the whole being different junk, you can do that. I’m sure girls all over the world would buy whatever you’d be selling.” And She’d be secretly there doing that very thing. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 20 2009, 02:35 AM Post #13 |
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Warren agreed with Alison it did look apetizing, however he had his own meal and for now it would suffice. "No thanks I'm fine, I'll just watch you enjoying it for a bit." He smiled, hopefully it would lighten the mood somewhat. He then tried something to take a page out of Blair's book. "Would you like some of this it doesn't taste so bad considering they have a home brand maple syrup." Warren had a considerable sweet tooth and sharing whilst it wasn't unheard of, it was something he didn't really experience too often. The idea of Ali cooking food was kind of alien to Warren, he had her pegged as someone that would prefer take away rather than preparing her own meal. It just goes to show that there was much for the young blonde to learn about his feisty friend. He nodded at her comments it must've been good by the way she explained it. "I guess it would be fun to know you could do it and have them turned out tasting great." Warren had little practical knowledge on cooking, he could tell you what fork was used for what, but preparing a meal aside from toast was beyond him. Warren took another sip of his drink and breathed over it as it was still quite hot. Ali was quite open about her piercings and it looked like she was very proud of herself. He understood it as a rite of passage and it fit in with the whole rock look. "Right." What else could he say, he was sure he was blushing by the warm feeling at the back of his ears. She was looking right at him and he tried to find a spot to look that wasn't either her chest or at her edge of the table. Her shoulder was safe for now. "I was just curious y'know, I mean I can imagine it would hurt. It's not the sort of thing you'd want to do just for kicks, well at least not for me." The message was there, Ali wanted Warren to try some of her food. Even he could figure that as much. "Alright it does sound good after all, I'll just have a bite." He offered. Ali was talking about that Logan guy again, Warren just shrugged. "I don't think I could heal like that, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to be punched in the face by you or anyone at this juncture. I'll see how long I can last in this life without having to take that kind of punishment.." He just sounded like the biggest puss, why did he say that out loud? Thankfully Ali had save him, she was a little chatterbox. "Yeah right Calvin Klein anybody?" he laughed. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 20 2009, 07:41 AM Post #14 |
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“Well, I’m far from a master chef or anything, but I know some of the easier things. Macaroni and cheese, Can even do some pizza if I get the just add water crust mix. Some of the first things I had to learn how to make when I skipped out of my parent’s home. Didn’t want my boys thinking they had to do everything for me. Much as I’d love to just be pampered every once in a while, that would have gotten old on them fast.” She still remembered the forks, and dish placements and such, but she didn’t live the life anymore where she used such knowledge. Boy what a surprise though if they ever hit a five star multi-course restaurant. “The pancakes came out pretty good though. Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll make them for you sometime.” Watching Warren blush as Alison talked about her piercings made the young woman smile. Yeah, she was a different league then pretty much anyone this guy has known before her. She was a little proud of this fact. “You know… you look even cuter when you blush.” The rocker then winks at her dining companion. He tried to explain why he asked. “I told you that you could ask me anything. I really don’t mind talking about them. Hell, I’d even show them if we were in the right place, but sadly we’re not.” Yeah, the girl got a little more daring again, but she just couldn’t help it fully. She was used to living this life, this persona. “And to be serious a moment, you’re right, it was not a willie nilly decision to get those ones. The rest of them mostly were, but there’s more risk with my lower metal. But in the end, I wanted to prove to myself that I could run with it. That I wasn’t some sort of poser to the life I chose. I’ve been mostly happy with the decision, until I hit a place with a metal detector. It gets fun explaining things then.” As Warren said he’s try a bite of Ali’s food, she slid over her plate so he could choose to eat from the half she already took a bit from, or the half that was left unmolested at this point. “I’ll try a bite of yours too, angel.” Alison was a bit curious about the syrup. And then he was talking about his healing, and then about selling Calvin Kline and Alison laughed a bit. “Hey, Victoria secret has that angel wing thing going on. You could so put that all to shame, if people just stopped getting their panties bunched up.” Alison let the bit about not wanting to take a punch drop. Poor guy with his luck had a glass jaw to boot. But maybe she’d talk to Logan, and get Warren some training too. People were just too cruel sometimes, and it was better the guy knew how to protect himself. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 20 2009, 08:25 AM Post #15 |
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Warren was impressed, it was no great feat, but still. Ali had him beat at something, he'd watched those Japanes tepen yaki guys cook and that was amazing. If he was going to try something it would be the equivelant of that. He just never needed to start trying. "I couldn't even tell you the number for a pizza place let alone make one" He joked, he was starting to get a rhythm and soon enough he'd be more than comfortable enough around Alison. She obviously had no problems with him. Offering to cook for Warren was a big deal, he hadn't asked Ali and yet she suggested it. "Sounds like a fair deal, I'll buy the ingrediants" It was the least he could do, he wouldn't even fuss over it like he had with the food in front of him. Nobody had offered him anything like that before it was always a request or a purchase. Warren had no idea of the wealth that Ali came from but she was put together a lot different from him regardless. His blushing subsided, but he still felt fairly warm. Looking down at his meal, Warren smiled and said "Thanks, I guess." He should have said something about how Alison looked, but the moment had passed and he was playing with his food. He was still hungry so he didn't do too much damage, just roll the cakes and then cut them into smaller bite sized bits. Warren was kind of glad that Ali wasn't going to show her privates in this very public place. Not that he wasn't intreagued, but he was sure that the daring young girl would be up for all sorts of crazy. Often the things that had implications, both for the school and for his family name. "Well its refreshing to hear someone so perfectly honest, even if it sounds like it's on the verge of decent conversation." Again he had to joke, what was he to say to a girl that just mentioned she wanted to show her special piercings on, not even the first date. Ali continued talking oblivious to Warren's thoughts, but he did pick up on what she said. "Your lucky your not at all bashfull then. I'm sure there are some pretty wild stories in that, but you don't have to go into it right now." The offer for food ever present, Warren pushed his plate forward "Hey I said feel free, take as much as you can manage." He took a knife and cut a piece off of Ali's half bitten wrap and tried to carve piece for himself. It wasn't easy and threatened to fall apart in his hands. As the conversation moved to models and to the Victoria Secret models. "That's funny, you'd think they'd be accepting of someone in wings right. I used to go out... well it was only two dates, but yeah one of the Victoria Secret models. Turns out she was more into the idea of wings, not the reality. Anyway Orlando's a happy guy because of it." Warren finished the half of wrap and began drinking steadily form his chocolate. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 21 2009, 08:15 AM Post #16 |
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Warren joked about pizza places, and Alison shook her head as she smiled a bit. “Well, we’re just going to have to change that, War. Maybe we’ll do that sometime. We’ll get a recipe from a book or internet or something, and we’ll get all the stuff, and make a meal. Salad and everything. I’d say I’d bring the wine… But maybe they got something decent and non alcoholic. I don’t drink the stuff much, but I know it’s good with big meals so I could always check it out.” Maybe her newfound friend needed to make something with his own two hands. When Alison did, and it went over as well as it had, it made the girl feel rather proud of herself. Perhaps Warren needed a little more of a personal confidence to come away from his parents a little bit. That’s what Ali would do! She’d teach the boy how to be more independent to the point that he could live on his own if need be. She knew that it helped a lot with her outlook on life, as well as her own self. “I’ll be happy to make those pancakes for you. It’ll mean actually having to get up at a decent hour, but, I guess since I’m going dry during the week, it’s not so tough.” Because with the way Alison drank some nights, it was as if one was trying to wake the dead the following day. If Alison was honest with herself, the lack of drink during the week so far had been really tough. This would make herself concerned if she thought about it, but she really didn’t let herself dwell on such things. Right now she was thinking of making a nice breakfast for her friend… who she wouldn’t even be spending the night with first. That was a bit backwards in the young woman’s book, but here’s to doing things differently. It was perhaps a very good thing that Warren did not think to ask Alison to show her piercings anyways. If asked the girl would have felt obligated to go a little crazy, and actually do so, public place or not. If there was something the girl was lacking, it seemed to be caring about other people’s reputation. To the rocker, anything off the wall that she did, it helped her own reputation just fine. She just never really thinks about how it affects those around her. And then Warren is teasing her about her conversation skills. To which Alison responds first by sticking a bit of her tongue out of her mouth, and then grinning. “I know, I know… I cuss a lot. I suppose I could try to cut it back a bit, but I just don’t really think about it. Guess I should write some cleaner songs too, if you’re ever going to hear us play. I think I might cuss worse when I sing, but it helps to get the mood across. You should be thankful that even though my conversation skills need a serious polish, that I can hold a conversation. I’ve met people who you wonder just how much of their brain they actually have.” No, Ali was a smart cookie, even with the lifestyle she led. She could be smarter though. But that meant living a fully sober life. With the pancakes offered, Alison got her own clean knife and fork, and moved to cut off a large bite of pancake. She then bites half off of her fork, and ‘mmms’ happily. There was just something so good about pancakes. You could eat them any time of day, and they were just great. She then listened to Warren talk about the model he dated, and the spiky haired young woman shakes her head. “Her loss, angel. I mean they look so beautiful, and soft. Don’t really see a down side of them. I mean sure, they might shed or molt or whatever, but then you can save them, and make a pillow with them. Add a personal touch to something or whatever.” Ever the creative one, Alison was. Alison then finished the bite of pancake on her fork, and smiles a bit. “That is some good syrup. This place makes some pretty damn good food.” |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 21 2009, 06:05 PM Post #17 |
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"Your really into that self help stuff huh I can see that now what else are you hiding behind that tough chick facade?" He was playing of course, he was really glad that she was talking him with him and being so enthusiastic. Warren wouldn't have guessed, it stemmed from being brought up to judge a book by it's cover. Ali was actually very thoughtfull and deep. And she didn't mind sharing her meal which was kind of sweet. Something about pancakes, it seemed like Warren had a weakness. He would love to be served in bed, he was used to being spoiled that way and crazy chick like Ali would make it oh so much more tempting, but then again she'd probably go totally overboard and walk through the mansion nude if she had the chance. "Oh right that whole no alcohol or blast in the head by the head teachers. Sure I'd like that really like that, the pancakes that is" Warren really didn't want to have to experience Xavier's loud telepathic projection like that again. Ali was explaining her language and song as Warren finished eating the last of his pancakes. He shook his head, he didn't mean it that way. "It's ok that's who you are right, I just haven't really been all that exposed to well 'real' people. I think you'll probably get what I mean the further along you get with your music." There were enough hanger ons and yes men to fill a boat and sink it in some real deep trench. Warren had partied with stars and starlettes, some of them younger than he was. It was incredible how far someone got on looks alone. When it came to conversation skills and people that had no brains, Warren had learnt about that aswell. He often tried to ignore it even at the peril of his social and love life "Actually some of those same people in the music biz I wonder about a lot." Drugs were often to blame, but often there was something inherantly wrong with these people they worked so hard to be famous they'd sacrifice what made them unique in the first place. Ali knew how to pull something out of Warren, even if he was hesitant to talk about it. "Thanks I do like them, don't get me wrong. I mean without them I'm still y'know" He stopped and leaned forward offering a hushed voice "a mutant. It's not who I am that defines me, it what I do." He sat back down after a moment and thought did I just quote a movie. It was true though, he smirked and then quickly downed the remainder of his drink. He didn't need a shovel, he could dig himself with his tongue alone. Warren sat and waited patiently for Ali to finish everything, the conversation had been good but it began to die down again slightly. He figured it was time for a change of scenery, it was hard to be yourself when there so many people around and they had a secret. How did Ali cope with being a mutant? He never asked. He didn't wait for the waitress to come to them, he stood and started to walk"Here let me get the bill and they're pink." |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 21 2009, 08:29 PM Post #18 |
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“Well hey. If I was just like every other punk chick out there, I’d be boring.” Alison replies with a smile. “As to whatever other tricks and secrets I might have… you’ll just have to stick around to find out, now won’t ya?” Alison tried to not be as ‘cookie cutter’ as the rest of the aspiring punk rockers out there. She sure seemed stereotypical on the outside, but she didn’t want to be as such through and through. Just don’t point out her nice qualities in front of her fans. She might have to prove that person wrong. Alison Blair making a trip through the mansion nude to deliver a stack of pancakes to Warren in bed? She would if the thought crossed her mind. Well, she might wear an apron. Warren commented on the no alcohol, and Alison shook her head. “It really sucks. It’s not like they’re our fathers or anything. It’s not like we’d pass it along to one of the younger kiddies, and help them get plastered. Eh, whatever. I still got the weekends to party it up. That telepathy stuff sucks though.” She could only behave for so long, after all. “Just so long as you don’t mind the language, then I won’t try to curb it.” Alison was grateful she wouldn’t have to mind her p’s and q’s. She found cussing as a tool to help the young woman be more expressive with her words. She wasn’t trying to be more agreeable to Warren, she was just trying to be mindful. Something she didn’t do often, but hey, she liked the guy. So it was easier to go the extra mile. Warren was then talking about people in the music business in relation to people being able to keep things smart, and Alison nods her head. “It’s sometimes easy to just feel caught up in everything. The want to make it… the need to be something great. It’s like swimming in an ocean with undertow. You gotta be careful not to go out to far, or you’re gonna be dragged under. You have to make sure not to let the world lead you either. Agents, and record companies will suck your creativity away if you let them. Least it’s what I’ve seen happen to others. We don’t have an agent, and I think we’re gonna keep it that way. They’re just sharks trying to get their cut. I think I’m rambling on too much about it though, sorry. It just… it was music, and I just could go on and on.” Alison shakes her head. “Do you got anything like that? Something you get all passionate about?” Let’s not make everything about yourself, Ali. Warren talked a little about his wings, and about being a mutant, followed with a movie quote. This makes Alison smirk softly. “It is indeed what we do that should matter most. Even if we were… more normal. It’s all about what we do with our lives. I plan to look back, and have no regrets.” Ali did take a bit of time to eat, and enjoy her drink, letting the second cool down a bit so she could take bigger sips of the beverage. Warren gets up and says he wants to cover the check. Alison was going to argue about it, but then he said something that threw her off a bit. As Warren walks further away, Alison laughs a bit loudly. “Close, angel. So close.” She’d explain more once he got back. In the mean time Ali reaches into her pants to pull out her very beaten up leather wallet, and pulls out a few dollar bills to set under her glass for the tip. She could at least cover that. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 22 2009, 03:15 AM Post #19 |
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Warren turned and gave a face as he paid for their meal. He wasn't upset at all 'angel' was a perfectly normal nickname or even a name for some. Warren just felt in public he was a little pre-occupied with trying to hide the fact that he had great whopping wings that resembled that of an angel. Ali had caught onto what he had said though so it was fun. She was fun, he really seemed to get on well with her in an opposites attract sort of way. He got a few looks from some younger teens as he passed his way back towards his table, his sensitive ears picking up on their whispered conversation. Try as he might, he was a guy and couldn't resist turning to give them a smile and watch them hide from embarrasment. Still it wasn't any harm and they were resuming their conversation once he looked back towards Alison. Standing by the table he looked down at his dining partner. "So would you like to go out for a drive? I mean I know this place is pop culture central but I thought we could see what's going on along the coast." It was a bit of scenery a bit of out doors and a lot of alone time. "Shall we?" Warren thought back on her words from earlier and having had time to consider it spoke a bit freely now. "I'll be sticking around don't you worry. I'll show you my passion, but I'm pretty sure you can figure it out already. It isn't half obvious." He smiled genuinely. Whilst he wasn't calling out across a diner about the type of knickers Ali was wearing, he hadn't forgotten. In a hushed voice he spoke for her ears only. "I thought about it and guessed that black would be too obvious, and then I wondered was it something just plain like white and then it hit me. It was going to be either one of two choices." He smirked. Continuing as they stepped outside, Warren explained. "Well, in the case that you were wearing any to begin with it was going to be something a little racey but it wouldn't be red so it had to be a little dainty as well. Which is why I picked pink. On the other hand if you weren't wearing any at all, well you get where I'm going, it's still pink." After careful deduction, Warren thought he had it. He pulled his keys from his jacket pocket and unlocked the passenger side door for Ali and let her in. He then stepped back to his side and conveniently fumbled with his keys waiting on an answer. |
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| Alison Blair | Apr 22 2009, 06:56 AM Post #20 |
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The guy was a beautiful blonde, with blue eyes, and chiseled features. Calling him angel in front of others didn’t seem to be something off base to Alison. Her own blue eyes watched him move through the coffee shop, and she smiled softly. He certainly was good to look at. As he came back though, Alison moved to straighten out the plates, to make it easier for the waitress to collect them. She looks up though as Warren reaches her side, and he asks if she’d like to take a drive along the coast. She almost would have thought her companion would like to head back to the school. The offer brings a bit of a smile, and Alison nods her head. “I’d really like to take that drive with you, War.” Warren then began to talk to her about his passion, and she nodded his head when he asked if it was sort of obvious. She hadn’t seen him fly yet, but she really wanted to. To even think about seeing such a thing made the rocker almost wish that she was a painter instead of a singer. She could make some great stick figures, but that was about it. He then began to talk about her panties in a low tone, and Alison could not help but to grow a sly grin on her lips. No, they were not white, nor were they black. The could be model was correct about this. He quieted down as they hit the door leading out, so Alison said nothing, curious about what he thought his two options were. He went on as they made their way to the car, and a thought popped into her head, but she kept it to herself… just for now. The grin remained on her lips, and she waited until he had her door open, she slid inside, and Warren also got himself into the car. “You were really close. They are lacey, and a g-string, so dainty. But they are indeed red. My bra is pink though. I don’t match my sets too often unless it’s my leather get up, because it seems too boring.” Alison moves about in the seat, and instead of sitting down, the young woman shifts to kneel on the seat facing Warren. She leans a little bit, as she moves a hand to try to softly stroke the blonde’s cheek. “You wouldn’t have tried to guess though if you didn’t want to get a kiss from me, right?” Sure, the girl was putting herself a little out there now, but if there was no risk there was nothing to win. She then moves herself forward more, in an attempt to gently press her lips to the lips of her companion. Usually she began her kisses a little more roughly, but Warren didn’t seem ready for that type of intensity… yet. |
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