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Post by Amy Wilson on May 4, 2009 5:52:16 GMT -6
((OOC - This is a poor shadow of the original post which was eaten by my computer - I cried)).
Amy gasped with horror and tears formed in her eyes as Devon explained his reaction to her trial and imprisonment. There had been times when she had felt that she had been the one to bear the greater share of the cost of their mistake but now she knew differently.
Before she could respond Devon had asked for her to let him finish and she did so, hearing but not truly understanding what he was telling her.
"Poor baby." She murmured, too softly to interrupt the flow of his words.
Even as Devon finished speaking Amy was out of her chair and closed the gap between them, uncaring of whether she revealed more than she already had. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Half of what he had said was still floating around in her head unprocessed. That would come later. Now all she could think of was that she wanted to hold him.
"I'm here now." Amy reassured Devon and tightened her embrace to emphasise her words.
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Post by Devon Eckes on May 4, 2009 9:01:48 GMT -6
He buried his face in the cloth of the robe over her belly, his heart was beating so fast in his chest it felt as if he'd run ten miles at full speed just trying to get the words out to tell her some of the most shameful things he'd done. And he hadn't really told her much, just the barest bones, but it felt like it would kill him as he forced the words out.
His fingers dug into the terrycloth as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist.
"I just...you can't save me, I have to save myself, I know that now. But, I need you to forgive me. I'm so sorry." He squeezed his eyes shut, but tears trickled out of them anyway. "I don't know if you can..."
She held him and he felt something in him break. A knot of fear that she wouldn't want him anymore, or care. That everything he'd worked for and done would be invalidated by the time they'd spent apart and the things he'd done.
He held her tighter, so she wouldn't see him cry, and because he was afraid to let go of her just yet. Under her hands his body shook with the release of all the pent up unknowings.
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 4, 2009 12:30:07 GMT -6
It echoed what she knew from teaching. A teacher could only facilitate learning; ultimately, only the child could determine whether it wanted to learn or not. There was a lot though, that a teacher could do to encourage it.
"I know, it has to come from within but I am here. I will do whatever I can to help you. Whatever it takes."
Amy hadn't gone through two years of hell to throw it away because of things that might have happened. She wasn't naive enough to believe that Devon would have sat in a closet. Life just happened, she knew that, whether or not one wanted it to.
Amy didn't fully comprehend what she was forgiving, what he had told her still hadn't sunk in but it didn't seem to matter. She could feel him shaking and she wanted to help calm him.
"Of course I forgive you." She whispered, tightening her hold on him a little and bending down to kiss the top of his head.
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Post by Devon Eckes on May 4, 2009 12:39:15 GMT -6
He heard her words, felt her kiss, but he knew she couldn't. Not that quickly. Not that easily. It was more of a instint with her to forgive. For now, it was hollow. But he'd take it. Even a hollow forgiveness was better than none. And maybe, soon, she'd be able to understand what he'd really meant, and said. Or hadn't said. But not right now. And maybe, soon, she'd really forgive him. But that would take time too.
He took deep breaths, breathing her in as she petted him. His chest stopped aching from his heart pounding against his ribs. He used the sash to dry his eyes. "God, I'm such a dork." He chuckled. Then took another deep breath. "Emo guy, that's me." He said, still unable to let her go, or even look up at her. She was so warm and alive under his hands. He could smell the femaleness of her. Warm skin and secret places waiting to be explored... his hands itched to get under the robe. Head bowed she couldn't see the way he wet his lips, thinking about....
He pushed her away, lightly. "You'd better eat, it's getting cold." He said, still looking more at the floor than her.
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 4, 2009 12:47:36 GMT -6
Devon's head against her belly was leading her thoughts in a direction that threatened more intimate physical contact. If his head were just a little lower...
"You'd better eat, it's getting cold."
Amy didn't want to go, even though her stomach again rumbled at the thought of food but Devon had cooked it and it seemed unreasonable to waste it.
Amy took Devon's head in her hands and tilted it up, noting the tears as she did so. It broke her heart to see him hurting like this and tears formed again in her eyes. She leant down and kissed him full on the lips, lingering, hoping he would respond, hoping he would want to go a little further.
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Post by Devon Eckes on May 4, 2009 13:54:20 GMT -6
He almost made it. He almost was able to push her away and make it through a whole hour of denial. And then she kissed him. Fade to black....
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 4, 2009 15:22:51 GMT -6
Rave had been out running for almost two hours now, working on his le parkour that not too many knew how much he knew of as well as just jogging down the block. Thank god for MP3 players on your short days of working. He'd started early he opened the shop up at 7 and ended at 11, could you protest with early days off and on? not really. Sometimes when he was lucky and had worked hard and good for a while, Gordy let him go earlier and he wasn't the one to throw a fit at that. Smart as he was he'd taken his sweat pants with him when he went to work so all he had to do was to stick his coat in the back pack and put the right shoes and pants on and he was set to go. Usually it was hard to do le parkour with a backpack but he had to practice. If he was to accept the deal from Sissy's little friend, he needed to be tip top on this stuff, which he had been slacking off on. Now, spent and on his way home, he did a few more tricks while running up the stairs to get home about 4 hours earlier than he was expected. Rave chose to run the stairs up, why slack off when you were on the go? Even if your body was tired as hell, you still went on just a little more. Once he reached the third floor, he stopped and exhaled as he leaned down and placed his hands on his knees and catching his breath. Once he had calmed down a bit, he started stretching to make sure he wouldn't get strains or muscle aches afterwards. He took the little rug from the back of his back pack and wiped some sweat off his face and somewhat on his arms and neck as well before he grabbed the handle and went inside. What he saw was something he wasn't quite prepared for. A red haired woman sat in Devon's lap... naked. Quite the view from what he could see and Devon had his fingers on places a gentlemen wouldn't quite try to reach willingly. Rave rose his eyebrows and placed his right hand on his hip, the rag in his other hand as he watched Devon and the nice hourglass shaped figure of the woman. "Well... this is quite the sight to ge' to see when yoah ge' home... ain't it? ... thought yoah were to lay off the sex bit, Dev.. tsk tsk... anotha relaps I see. Quite interestin' to know 'ow my robe go' in 'ere too.." He said with his rolling British accent and walked right through the kitchen to the living room then straight to the shower. It only took him about five minutes to shower but it was still needed after such a hard workout. He was quite interested and curious of who the woman was and as Rave always was.. he strolled back out with only a towel around his waist and another big towel drying his hair. Once he was done, he let it fall to rest by his shoulders but also to hide his back with it. He wasn't quite afraid to hide his eight pack to say the least. Rave turned to walk to his room which was furthest away from the kitchen and went in there to put some clothes on. a pair of worn black jeans and his favorite black tight t-shirt with torn sleeves but they still covered his scars on the shoulders. On it was sculls piled in the right hand lower edge and a spider web rested on his left shoulder with a spider hanging in a thread from it while sitting on the top skull of the pile of sculls. After all, there wasn't really a reason to dress up for who ever she was.
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 4, 2009 15:37:40 GMT -6
Amy was surprised at how quickly things progressed. She wasn't quite sure how the robe disappeared or how she ended up on Devon's lap with her legs wrapped around him. Part of her mind was saying "Slow down, slow down, there is plenty of time." while another was saying, "We've waited two years for this, we're not going to be denied now."
Devon's hands were doing things that made her lose touch with anything approaching conscious thought. Her body was hungry and Devon was what she needed to satisfy the hunger.
Click.
The door opened and Amy froze.
"Well... this is quite the sight to ge' to see when yoah ge' home... ain't it? ... thought yoah were to lay off the sex bit, Dev.. tsk tsk... anotha relaps I see. Quite interestin' to know 'ow my robe go' in 'ere too.."
Amy was still too stunned to move, other than to pull herself closer to Devon to use his body as a shield and she buried her face in his neck.
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Post by Devon Eckes on May 4, 2009 15:47:51 GMT -6
"Ah..." Devon tried to pull his mind into some sort of mental activity when the door opened and Rave strode in. Amy clutched at him, but not in the loving way, but in a 'cover me' way.
"Thought yoah were to lay off the sex bit, Dev.. tsk tsk... anotha relaps I see."
"Ah..." Devon blinked as Rave continued on his merry way into the bathroom where the shower started.
"Ah.." Devon said the third time as blood returned to his head and flushed his face bright red. "That was Rave." He said. "I should have called him and told him to stay out, but, I thought he was at work." He ran a hand over his head. "Fuck." He said loudly and then laughed.
"OK, maybe...maybe you should get dressed and we'll try a proper introduction, or should we sneak you out of here and pretend it didn't happen for a few days?" He bent over and wrapped her in the robe. Sad to cover up such loveliness but happy that Rave had come in when he did and saves them from themselves. "He'll be a few minutes..."
When she fled into the bedroom to dress he couldn't help but lick his finger tips.
"Oh boy." He said, and laughed again.
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 4, 2009 16:45:25 GMT -6
"So... doing good on yoah relapse I see?"
Rave said with a smirk as he returned to the kitchen to get a energy drink from the kitchen to drink, only to find Devon by himself this time. The little lady had escaped and so had his robe apparently.
"She took my robe and ran off?"
He asked and unscrewed the cap of the energy drink open and took a few drinks of it while turning to Devon who stood with his fingers in his mouth.
"She taste good?"
Rave asked with a smirk once he'd filled his thirst with several drinks from the bottle before he began to fuss to get something to eat.
"mmh... yoah didn't get far with yoah lunch eitha I see.."
He remarked and glanced at the table before he started making some pasta and sauce for himself to eat since they obviously didn't need food. on the other hand, he ended up making the double amount like he always did so both he and Devon could eat and there were rarely anything left once they'd wolfed down what they needed to feel full and happy.
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Post by Devon Eckes on May 4, 2009 16:56:23 GMT -6
"Well, now that you mention it, yes and no." Devon grinned sheepishly rubbing his neck with a hand and a sheepish grin on his face.
He glanced down the hall. "That wasn't exactly the way I wanted you guys to meet, but...that's why she took your robe. That's Amy. My Amy. The Amy. She's early, and she...." He gave a shuddering sigh. "She tastes even better than I remembered."
He laughed, a touch of embarrassed hysteria in his voice. "She's early, and she didn't call first and.... I don't think my brain has caught up yet." He covered his mouth with his hand. Panic beginning to show in his eyes. "Oh god, I think it's starting to though. I should have called you, I should have locked the door, I shouldn't have... I was doing good until she kissed me." He added weakly.
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 4, 2009 17:41:24 GMT -6
Rave paused what he was doing and just turned and looked at his best friend and roommate as he staggered through his words. He'd never seen Devon like this but the mention of the girl being Amy, gave him a sour look.
"Well... she's go' the body... I'll give yoah tha' ..."
He said quietly and leaned on the sink with his hands on the edge of it as his eyes fell to the floor for a moment. So this, was Amy. Thee Amy... Devon's obsession and sex fantasy.. so she'd come after all. Deep in his mind he cursed a long and bitter curse over her and her name but didn't quite show it on the outside except for the sullen look.
When Devon started to ramble Rave looked up at him and quirked a brow at him then shook his head a bit. He walked up to his friend and held him by the shoulders and just looked at him for a while.
"Calm. Breathe. Relax"
He said slowly and kept his eyes on Devon. He could hear the panic starting to act up in his voice as well as actions. Rave took his chance and leaned in and kissed him on the lips and softly frenched him by letting his tongue dive into his friend's mouth. His right hand snuck up behind Devon's neck while he tasted Amy on his lips and tongue. Slowly he broke the kiss and just looked at him for a moment, when his questioning look came, he backed off a little.
"yoah taste bettah than her.."
Rave replied then returned to prepare food for himself on the stove with his back turned to Devon. At least he seemed a bit calmer now which was also partly Rave's goal with the kiss.
"I was goin' to call fo' yoah and ask if yoah wanted to work out a bit with me. I still go' energy left bu' I s'pose tha's not goin' to 'appen now... is it..."
He said, muttering under his breath about Amy but in words that couldn't be heard over the noise he was making with opening of cans of crushed tomatoes, mushrooms and cutting of fresh spices. He put some minced meat in the big frying pot, soon to be joined by the other ingredients to make a casserole.
There was a good thing that he had been running around the feet of the personal Chef and kitchen staff as a kid even though it was 'below' him according to his father -- maybe just because he said it was, was the reason Rave had done it.
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 5, 2009 4:43:17 GMT -6
"OK, maybe...maybe you should get dressed and we'll try a proper introduction, or should we sneak you out of here and pretend it didn't happen for a few days?"
"No." She replied unequivocally. Amy didn't want to flee, not now. It wasn't because she had no where else to go, being sure she could stay with her sister though it was, at least subconsciously a factor. Sure she could stay with her sister but that would take her away from the city and she wanted to be near Devon, build their relationship in the real world rather than in the twilight world of the Internet.
"I will be back in a moment." Were her parting words as she fled to Devon's room, clutching the robe about her and hoping that she would not bump into Devon's room mate, literally or figuratively.
"Bother!" she said quietly to herself, having attained the relative safety of Devon's room and deliberately understating her level of annoyance, mainly with herself for letting the situation get out of hand. He had said something about sexual addiction and he was a young male; she didn't want him by taking advantage of those characteristics, she wanted him to want her as part of a real relationship. It was so very complicated.
"Life is complex..." Amy mused, remembering something a Math Professor had said to her once, "being made up of real and imaginary parts." It was an old Math joke, alluding to complex numbers like the square root of negative one.
It took longer than she had thought, by the time she had brushed her hair and found a knee-length skirt and cardigan that were not too badly creased from nearly two years in the suitcase. She sighed as she contemplated her meagre wardrobe, noting the significant quantity of remedial work that would be required to make some of the items wearable again.
Amy could hear them talking but not what they were talking about though she had the strong feeling that she wouldn't be far from the centre of the conversation. She wondered if she should wait until Rave left or at least left the main room but she had no idea whether that would be minutes or hours. She knew she couldn't put it off forever.
Devon's room mate was preparing food, somewhat noisily in Amy's estimation and Devon was looking a little anxious. Amy walked up quietly and stood beside Devon, her shoulder brushing his, her stance a mixture of shy possessiveness.
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Post by Devon Eckes on May 5, 2009 11:59:16 GMT -6
Devon, lost in his own thoughts, didn't pull away when Rave kissed him, but he could feel Rave's disappointment like ashes on his tougue when Rave pulled away.
"Yoah taste bettah than her.." Rave said as he turned away.
"That's not helpful," Devon commented, glancing down the hallway. He really wanted to call his sponsor right now. Amy...then Rave... His own thoughts slipping around like a basketful of fish, too slippery to hold onto...
"I was goin' to call fo' yoah and ask if yoah wanted to work out a bit with me. I still go' energy left bu' I s'pose tha's not goin' to 'appen now... is it..."
"That's...unlikely." Devon agreed and was on the verge of asking Rave to leave but from the way the blonde was bashing the pots and pans around as he muttered under his breath that was going to be unlikely as well. It might be easier, better, for Amy and him to go to the hotel where they could talk and ease into things... Not, not things. Could talk.
"This isn't how I wanted you guys to met, please, don't be this way. I understand your feelings, but, it just makes it harder on all of us." Devon pleaded, but gave up when he heard the bedroom door.
Amy didn't speak when she came out, but just crossed to Devon and pressed lightly against him. Instinctively his arm went around her waist and he gave her a squeeze. "I think our omelets are still warm, if you're still hungry." He offered. "And I'd like to formally introduce you two. Rave Hamilton, Amy Wilson. Amy, Rave. Play nice," He cautioned both of them. "You're the two most important people in my life right now."
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 5, 2009 13:21:35 GMT -6
"Nevah said it was.."
He replied and stirred in the minced meat not to burn it before he grabbed spices and things he wanted and put it on the counter then added the chopped up onions, mushrooms and everything else he'd chopped up a bit angrily while Devon stood there dumbfounded.
"Well obviousleh yoah could 'ave handled this bettah... couldn't yoah.."
Rave turned around standing with the knife in his left hand and pointed it at Devon as he spoke to him. His eyes were sharp and alert and if it was possible, he probably would have pierced Devon's mind by now.
"Yoah supposed to stay away from anythin' tha' has to do with sex, Devon..everything. How the bloody 'ell are yoah supposed to do tha' with her in yoah home?! ... How long did it take fo' yoah befo' yoah go' it up huh? 5 seconds? minutes?...You've practically been preachin' to me abou' tha'... an' now I find you like this? Yoah fingahs up a gals cunt?...... scuse me.. the gal."
And then, she entered and Rave fell silent and somewhat glared at her still having the knife pointed at Devon even though he wasn't even planning on using it to anything else than the ingredients to his casserole.
"Hi... nice to see you in yoah own clothes an' no' my robe.."
He then turned around again with a mutter and fussed with his food, adding the crushed tomatoes to the minced meat once it was done being very busy and obviously he didn't see Devon's hand around Amy's waist.
"Yoah should call yoah SA Dev..."
He added while adding the pasta in the boiling water and for the moment ignoring Amy all together. What Devon said next kind of melted his heart a little. Rave was one of the two most important people in Devon's life? He'd never said anything like that before, never even tried to acknowledge something of the sort. It made Rave pause a bit in his movement but a few seconds later he was stirring in the casserole again while it took form
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