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Post by rocky on Feb 5, 2011 19:09:33 GMT -5
Adrienne settled next to him and curled her legs up behind her, settling down this time just to cuddle him. It wasn't dissimilar from the position she had ended up in with Victor that first night, but she was considerably more sober this time.
"Mm. It was. You're spoiling me, Mr. Armstrong."
Adrienne smiled, and glanced sideways, as the movie began afresh. "So tell me about the girlfriend you saw this with. Did she make out with you?"
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Post by mabs on Feb 5, 2011 19:19:21 GMT -5
"Spoiling you?" he repeated with a laugh. "I am a good cook. When I have the time. But that's a best kept secret, doll."
Reed heard her question and felt her snuggle up close, and he looked at her and raised a brow. Oh, he'd made out with the girl, and more. In fact, the first time Reed had ever had sex was during Halloween. Good times, good memories.
"You could say that," he teased at her his hand stroking teasing circles about her over the tshirt she wore and then dipping under the fabric. "Katie DeLuca. My first real, honest to God crush. She was a senior when I was a sophomore, so I was basically a God to the guys in my grade." Reed chuckled softly. He remembered those days of making out on couches in their parents basements while 'watching a movie'. His more innocent days, if he ever had any at all.
Reed leaned over to croon in her ear suggestively, deciding he couldn't help himself. "What about you? Any juicy love stories about Halloween from your teenage years?"
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Post by rocky on Feb 5, 2011 19:28:35 GMT -5
"Not while watching Halloween, no..." Adrienne said, with a coy smile. She'd lost her virginity aged thirteen, to an eighteen year old with a motorcycle and a primary school education. Her parents had sent her to boarding school not long after, and that had left her completely out-with their scope of supervision -- she'd been far worse there than she had been at home, but then it didn't surprise her that her mother hadn't been able to imagine what frustrated girls would do together, never mind the military school that was a scant six miles away, filled to the brim with juvenile delinquents.
"No. I went to boarding school. We snuck into Halloween, and then got caught trying to sneak back out. I had two weeks of detention for that."
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Post by mabs on Feb 5, 2011 19:35:40 GMT -5
Reed chuckled at her suggestive nature and listened to her reminscing as well. It was hard for Reed to believe that he was thirty-two this year, and even harder to imagine himself growing up. Growing old yes, but he never imagined he'd outgrow his childish selfishness and need for all manner of irresponsible things. Franny had discovered that the hard way. Nothing could make Reed Armstrong grow up. Not even a wife and a house and more responsibility than he already had.
Reed grinned and continued tracing her skin under her tshirt, though in more of a teasing gesture than anything heated and sexual. Though Reed had never really noticed just how soft her skin was...He snapped back to himself. Miserable little whimsy thoughts like that were pointless to have.
"So you were a delinquent form a young age?" he teased at her again. "I should have known." Though he was hardly the model child in high school. Reed was that boy: the one who did whatever the hell he wanted to and never got really punished. His punishment and respect for his parents had all but disappeared after his mother died. His father was the one he didn't giv e a fuck about. Before, Reed had behaved when his mother asked and only then. But after cancer took her, he had no reason to anymore.
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Post by rocky on Feb 5, 2011 19:46:39 GMT -5
"Oh definitely," Adrienne said, and then sat up just a little, to whisper in his ear: "We had to wear a uniform... with a little plaid skirt and knee-high socks."
She paused, for effect, and as if considering whether or not to tell him the next part. On the screen Michael Myers had restarted his killing spree, and she watched for a moment, then added almost as an afterthought: "I still have it."
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Post by mabs on Feb 5, 2011 19:54:01 GMT -5
Reed wasn't even beginning to pay attention to the movie anymore, not after Adrienne lifted herself up to whisper in his ear. Wasn't it ever male's dream to screw the brains out of a naughty school girl? Reed shifted and pulled Adrienne more into his lap, raising a brow at her. "A naughty school girl, eh?" he questioned. Reed pulled her into a kiss, a teasing, passionate kiss.
Reed ran his fingers up under the edge of her shirt again, sudden vivid imaged of her in a short plaid skirt and ridiculously high heels, getting her 'punishment'. God, she was testing his resolves.
"You may have to model it for me sometime," he teased as he spoke against her skin. He pulled her closer suddenly, content to touch and kiss her instead of watching that movie now. Come to think of it, Reed was unsure he even knew the ending to Halloween. He always ended up otherwise engaged.
Reed began kissing her a little more forcefully, coaxing her lips open with his tongue for a little old-fashioned tonsil hockey. Who said they had to grow up at all?
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Post by rocky on Feb 5, 2011 20:16:12 GMT -5
"Mm. You'll have to earn it."
Adrienne kissed him back willingly, opening her mouth as she tugged at him. She wanted him to stretch out beneath her, it would give her an excuse to press against his chest -- and there was nothing more teenaged than snogging on the couch in front of a horror movie.
She mumbled her appreciation softly into his mouth, her toes curling. His slow, soft kisses never failed to make her tingle everywhere. It was half the reason that his impetuous groping and sloppy, rushed kisses were so frustrating. He knew just exactly how to make her moan involuntarily, with nothing more than a kiss, and half the time he didn't do it.
Her fingers kneaded at his shoulders and the base of his neck, massaging insistently at the knots she found there. He wasn't allowed to be tense. Seventeen year olds didn't have tension.
She broke away from him and traced her fingertip over his Adam's apple.
"I should give you a lovebite," she said, almost thoughtfully. That was how they had claimed one another when she was at school -- by sucking ruthlessly on someone's neck so it was visible above the collar line on the uniform. Having visible lovebites was also detention-worthy.
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Post by mabs on Feb 5, 2011 20:23:58 GMT -5
Reed did turn and stretch out, pulling her down with him. Her ran his hands over the curve of her bottom and squeezed lazily. His head was resting on an oversize leather pillow of the couch and he chuckled at her suggestions, looking up at her.
Well, they were acting like fifteen year olds. Making out and carrying away on the couch. He grinned and pulled her into another teasingly slow kiss, running his hands back under her shirt.
"You better do it quick before your parents come home," he teased at her. Reed would give her a few love bites of her own just for that. Of course, he could cover his with a good collar and tie. Maybe. It wouldn't have been the first time he showed up to work with lovebites though.
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Post by rocky on Feb 6, 2011 11:36:15 GMT -5
That would be horrifying in so many ways, Adrienne thought mildly, but elected not to say it aloud -- talking about her dead parents wasn't good make-out conversation, especially when they had both been in their old age when they'd gone, people expected a higher degree of sadness from her when she discussed it and was overly detached on the subject, and then she felt as though she wasn't a functioning human being, and it spiralled from there.
No.
She peeled back his shirt collar and kissed him at the base of his throat, only half-kidding about giving him a hickey. They would just paw at one another like randy teenagers and that would be enough... for tonight.
The DVD menu was still repeating when Adrienne awoke the next morning, wedged between Reed and the back of the couch. They had fallen asleep sometime before the end credits ran, and neither one of them had moved during the night at all.
That meant that Adrienne was warm and comfortable on one side and icy cold on the other, her free arm was covered in goose flesh. She shivered and and tried to ease herself up without waking him, blinking and looking around owlishly.
The sky was pink outside, at the edges, and still dark above. It had to be about five am. She reached carefully across and found the remote to turn off the television, and then licked her lips and looked down at Reed.
He looked peaceful, despite being in what had to be the world's most awkward position. Adrienne was regretting sleeping in jeans, and with her bra on -- although he'd done his best to try to tempt her out of it she had kept up the façade of innocence and refused him. Now that it had been digging into her all night she wished she had been more like her actual teenaged self and just let him get rid of it.
She wondered where he lept the coffee. It was safer, she imagined, to swing her leg over the back of the couch and creep off that way than it would be to cross over the top of Reed.
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Post by mabs on Feb 6, 2011 11:56:18 GMT -5
The prospect of a good pawing session with Adrienne had been delightfully enthralling, as her pouty lips had kissed and bit at him with a half innocent, half devious way. Teasing almost, in the way that she never let him go too far. It was a sort of dominance over Reed's affections that he hadn't met before, a tempering of his hands. And then, it made him want her all the more.
Eventually they'd drifted to sleep together on the large couch, curled against one another. Reed in sleep was much more peaceful looking than Reed in real life. The lines of stress and worry and laughter sort of blended out of his face and he looked young again, or at least younger than he was. He hardly noticed when Adrienne woke, as deep a sleep as he was in. It was at least another fifteen or twenty minutes before Reed stretched and woke, rubbing at his eyes.
His thirty-plus body wasn't accustomed to sleeping on the couch anymore, and he felt a few aches he didn't know he had. Reminders that yes, Reed Armstrong was no longer a twenty-something blue blood who did what he wanted. He was almost in denial over it.
Reed reached up to his collarbone and touched the few angry bruises that Adrienne had left on him, and he wondered if she'd already left his place. He felt a little bit of a disappointment at the thought of that, but ignored it in his half woken state. To be honest, he wanted to go back to bed, but he would have to go in to the office today, with Copeland out with the flu. Reed was pulling off his wrinkled suit pants to toss them into the hamper for his secretary to take to the dry cleaner when he noticed his kitchen light on and noises coming from there. Ah...so she was still there.
Reed sauntered into the kitchen, a dark shadow of stubble on his face and his shirt and underwear the only clothing articles he had on. "Wake me up, before you go-go," he crooned to her with a chuckle, going over to help her with the coffee. "We should have at least slept in the bed. I feel like I've been run over by a truck, Ade."
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Post by rocky on Feb 6, 2011 12:45:23 GMT -5
"Mm, I didn't want to wake you," Adrienne said, and hopped up on to the counter, crossing one leg over the other. She had a cup of coffee that she was nursing, and the moment she'd heard him moving she'd switched the machine back on to brew one for him.
"I don't think I've seen this side of six am without staying up all night in years. My dog hates me."
It was true. They had been spending more time at his apartment than hers, and George was beginning to show signs of neglect -- he was chewing things that didn't belong to him.
"Next time we're staying at my place."
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Post by mabs on Feb 6, 2011 13:01:10 GMT -5
Reed waited for his cup to brew and he felt his body still protesting being awake this early at all. Reed was an early riser most of the time, but not when he hadn't slept in a bed at least. now his body felt achey and tired which made him in turn feel achey and tired.
"I didn't think you were a morning person. And fine. Your place it is. Though I'll warn you, I have a way with dogs. I'll win his heart and then you'll never get rid of me," Reed teased. How domestic of them, deciding to split their time between places. Reed again was unsure at the suggestions such decisions made, but he wasn't paying attention to that voice in his head. He wasn't paying attention to much at all. Except for the way Adrienne look, sitting on his counter as though she belonged there.
Reed took a deep drink of his coffee and groaned, rubbing his face again. It was a long day ahead, and he suddenly thought of the memo that Vivien had sent Reed. He needed to get his good pinstripe suit dry clined, as well as find a date for Tormei's gala event. And the Reed gave Adrienne a slightly devilish look.
"You know, I think that next time we go out it should be more of an event," he began scehmingly. "If you have something Saturday night, clear it. It's high time we really give them something to talk about Miss Heart." Reed smirked boyishly and looked at her, tilting his head slightly. "What do you say to accompanying me to a gala at the art gallery this weekend?" It didn't seem that galas were Adrienne's normal scene, but something boyish inside Reed leapt at the idea of showing off his new squeeze to the public that he often resented.
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Post by rocky on Feb 6, 2011 18:08:28 GMT -5
"A gala?"
Adrienne pretended to look over her shoulder, as if to check he wasn't talking to someone behind her. Well. This was a surprise.
"You're starting to concern me, Armstrong," she said playfully, swinging one leg, "I thought I was your dirty little secret."
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Post by mabs on Feb 6, 2011 18:22:44 GMT -5
Reed rolled his eyes at her and laughed. "If I had planned on you being a dirty little secret, I would hardly do half the things that I do, Red," he told her honestly. Reed had his dirty little secrets, but one didn't exactly show up at the office of a dirty secret and provoke her so publicly in front of her coworkers and boss. Nor did one changed their realtionship status on Facebook for a dirty secret. And one hardly took a dirty secret to a gala. Which was certainly what he intended to do.
Reed sauntered over to her and leaned up against the bar, still taller than her, even with her sitting on the raised platform. He leaned in and gave her a long kiss, cupping her face and kissing her just like she liked. Just how she wanted. He rubbed her skin gently with his thumb, being romantic as ever. Romancing her, if he could. Doing his best to.
Reed pulled away and smiled at her, keeping them still intimately close. It was the sort of 'Good morning' kiss that one usually followed with an 'I love you, baby' or some other endearing phrase with those three dreadful words. He wasn't that far vacated from himself to think they had anything but lust between them. But he enjoyed the closeness anyway and played with the edges of her sleep touseled hair.
"Come to the gala with me," he asked again, his tone softer and more intimate than he really had intended. Reed surprised himself sometimes at the amount of pure romance he was capable of. Had he been distanced from himself enough, he would have seen that given the right circumstance and woman, he would love her so thoroughly. But he didn't. And he was convinced he couldn't love. But that didn't diminish the power of his actions, even towards Adrienne.
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Post by rocky on Feb 7, 2011 13:32:57 GMT -5
Adrienne didn't know about that. It was easy to insert himself into her life without letting her anywhere near his - Frank had managed it almost admirably. It was classic controlling behaviour, in fact. There was some degree of damage there indicated in her surprise that he wasn't going to do that. That she had not only expected it, but expected in a way so ingrained that it hadn't been a conscious thought.
She tugged on his collar as he pressed her into a long, slow kiss. Adrienne wondered if they were finished being teenagers yet. She touched his face, mirroring him, caressing his jaw with the tips of her fingers.
"Come to the gala with me."
"Mm... all right, I will."
Adrienne had a little knot in her stomach. What were they? She didn't know what the hell they were doing any more, and she didn't want to ask him for fear of upsetting a carefully balanced house of cards; she was an affection addict. She didn't want totell him to back off because secretly she wanted to sleep next to him, and wake up with him, and just have someone there to -- spoon with.
"I'll have to find something new to wear, though. I think this calls for a shopping spree."
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