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Post by ken on Dec 8, 2008 0:06:46 GMT -5
"Well, it's still vigorous activity. Wouldn't want to," yeah, her hand was tracing around his palm, and her thoughts were very sexy. Would someone please wander close so Kennedy could switch to a more useful Gift? Phasing, maybe?
"Wouldn't want to strain ourselves. Get cramps," he finished. He reached for a slice of pizza, again taking too large of a bite. It gave him the time he needed to recuperate, time to fight back.
"Oh, I can wait for a while," he mused. He shifted the pizza, admiring it. "I think it's two hours before swimming. And washing up is about as strenuous, if not more so. So two hours is good."
Kennedy smiled at Angela, raising his eyebrows and taking another bite of pizza. Yes, he was well aware of how sexy she was making eating that sub. But he could resist. Building up an immunity, Kennedy was.
Lucky also seemed willing to help. She nudged their feet, barking a few more times. Kennedy leaned over, withdrawing his hand from Angela to pet the dog. He even gave Lucky a bit of pizza, then grinned up at Angela.
"She's cute, isn't she?"
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Post by ✿ngela wingrose on Dec 8, 2008 0:24:13 GMT -5
Angela bit her lip.
"You can wait?"
Uh-oh.
The uncertainty in her voice weighed heavily after her words. And Kennedy was looking at the pizza as though he'd rather take it into the shower with him. Her brows furrowed, her lip was worried some more with her teeth. She put the sub down when Kennedy picked Lucky up, and she chomped her lip. Hard.
"She's cuter when she isn't competing against me and winning," Angela grumbled, barely audible.
Suddenly she had no appetite. No lust. No... nothing.
"I think I'm going to go call my father and tell him I'm bringing you to lunch some time to meet him. I'll see you later."
And with that Angela got up with her tray and headed straight to the nearest garbage disposal to dump her barely touched Coke and half-eaten sub. The death glare might have been meant for Lucky or Kennedy; in her head she hadn't decided who she liked less.
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Post by ken on Dec 8, 2008 22:51:31 GMT -5
Suddenly the vampire didn't seem all that bad.
"Angela, wait," Kennedy called, lurching out of his seat. The food could be left, he didn't want to eat all of it anyway. Besides, it gave Lucky something to do that wasn't disturbing the young couple.
"Lucky is in no way competing with you," insisted Kennedy, once he got close enough. Reading minds sucked, horribly. At least now that he'd moved he'd shifted through a handful of other Gifts. His Gift was starting to annoy him. "There's no competition there, really."
He winced at the glare, and looked at the trash can. There went all that food.
Violent mood swings. Was that a sign? Gah, Kennedy was going to have to buy a book or call a sibling. Both seemed about equally embarrassing.
"Hey, Angela, I'm sorry," Kennedy attempted to suck up now. "I was just teasing..."
He was smart enough not to try and seduce her now. That was definitely out of the question. What with the death glare and all.
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Post by ✿ngela wingrose on Dec 10, 2008 15:23:17 GMT -5
"Trying to make me jealous of a dog is not teasing," Angela snapped, apparently having decided that Kennedy flaunting Lucky in front of her while discussing sex was an insult, "Kennedy, the last time I checked, you were my boyfriend. Boyfriends don't make their girlfriends feel bad! What is it about me that can make you wait?" Her rant was growing in volume.
"Do I have something in my teeth? Can you see the pimple on my chin? Do you think I'm fat because I ate so much today? What is it that can make you wait?"
She was huffing in the following silence. She didn't seem to notice that positively everyone had gone quiet. She was too busy staring at Kennedy. She was too busy being angry. And she was much too busy being insecure.
"You don't think I'm beautiful anymore," she realized, eyes widening, "that's why you said it before... to make me feel better..." she swallowed. First Tristan, and now Kennedy. It didn't matter how camera-ready Angela was on the outside, they both saw her for the horrible person she was on the inside. She couldn't look at him anymore. Her heart hurt.
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Post by ken on Dec 11, 2008 22:13:12 GMT -5
"What?"
Kennedy couldn't believe this line of thought. It struck him as oddly familiar, as he'd experienced similar from his own sister. Why was it that the most beautiful girls were the most unsure of their looks? How could Angela even think that?
Violent mood swings.
Kennedy glanced down at Angela's belly, then up at her eyes. "I'm not just saying that, Angela, I mean it. You're beautiful, both inside and out. Don't let anyone make you think otherwise. Heck, don't even let me let you think otherwise."
He wanted to touch her, but still wasn't sure he would be allowed. "I really was just teasing. I mean, how could I not look at you and..."
Kennedy, as usual, couldn't speak in sexual terms. He simply waved a hand at Angela, trying to fight against the blush he could feel rising. Already indecent images fluttered into his mind.
"I just... I don't want it to all be about... you know," he offered, shifting. Now he averted his eyes, swallowing hard. This sucked. Could an evil dragon descend now so that Kennedy could fight it? That was so much easier...
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Post by ✿ngela wingrose on Dec 12, 2008 15:05:01 GMT -5
"How can I not let you let me think otherwise??" She stopped for a moment to mouth those words again, mulling them over in her head before she decided they made sense. "You're the most important person in my life!"
But he was stammering over a would-be tabboo subject, something Angela would have found cute if she were in her right mind. But right now it irritated her.
"Sex?" She provided for his inability to say the word. She put her hands on her hips, and was about to retort with something that might have been cruel or hurtful or another verbal way to express her insecurities when someone cleared their throat. Angela's eyes flickered off Kennedy and around, and her cheeks pinkened. Taking Kennedy by the sleeve, she began stalking out of the Antechamber.
"We're adults, Kennedy. We have to be able to talk about this, otherwise we shouldn't be doing it in the first place," she hissed as she began dragging her boyfriend. Was she crying again? Yeah, she was crying again. Through sobs she continued with her rant. "And we're not only about sex! I love you. Don't you love me?"
How many times did he need to say it before she believed it? Angela was fraught with uncertainty, still feeling ugly and unwanted and clingy.
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Post by ken on Dec 13, 2008 13:05:06 GMT -5
Wait, Kennedy was the most important person in Angela's life? Was that true for him? Well, he was certainly considering marrying her, and he really, truly cared for her. Loved her. But was she the most important person in Kennedy's life?
Yes.
"Sex, yeah," he murmured. They were adults, they should be able to talk about this. Yes, definitely. This is what adults in love should talk about. Sex. Get a grip, Kennedy!
"Of course I love you!" he exclaimed. This was entirely too difficult. Shouldn't love be easy? Right now all Kennedy wanted to do was hold Angela close to him, stroke away her fears and worries. But he still wasn't certain he could even touch her. "We've just been... having a lot of... sex. Lately. And, uh, well, I was a little concerned. That's all. It's nothing. Stupid really. Didn't you want to go wash up or something."
Now he slid an arm around Angela's waist and pulled her close. His fingers played up her sides, and he smiled at her. Yes, focus on something else for a while. Divert the subject away from, well, sex, with, well, sex.
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Post by ✿ngela wingrose on Dec 13, 2008 23:18:07 GMT -5
Angela raised both eyebrows (because raising one just wasn't an option for her).
"You're concerned because we've been having a lot of sex," She repeated, her voice detailing exactly the way it sounded to her. When his arms wrapped around her, she crossed her arms over her chest so her elbows were between them.
"You know, we don't need to have sex anymore, if you're so worried about it. Because to me it sounds like you shouldn't be having sex. I like that two-hour rule. Actually, let's turn it into the Two-Day Rule," she pushed against him, struggling in his arms until she wiggled right out. Stepping back, she huffed, her arms repositioning themselves over her chest.
Her cheeks were pink, her hair was a little mussed on one side, and the angle of her brows made her frustratingly beautiful. She wanted him to sweep her off her feet and kiss the pout off her lips. She wanted him to carry her kicking and screaming down the halls and into the professors' dorms. She really did. But unless Kennedy could still read her mind, she was not sending any signals that would blatantly tell him that. She looked upset, which she was, and annoyed, which she still was. But mostly she still didn't feel loved.
She wanted to run and see if he would run after her. The cafeteria didn't count. Everyone was watching, and Mr. Hero had to get up and follow her so he wouldn't look like a jerk. Angela worried her lip with a trembling kanine.
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Post by ken on Dec 14, 2008 17:03:21 GMT -5
Right now Kennedy couldn't read minds. He could, however, read faces quite well, and Angela's even better than that. She was genuinely upset about something, but it wasn't what she was actually talking about. Lip-nibbling, pink cheeks, it all indicated that more was here than what was on the surface.
Unfortunately, Kennedy had absolutely no idea what the problem was.
He was, however, not going to let her wriggle away so fast. From the sounds of things, he at least owed her an apology. Stepping forward, he held her waist again, leaning in to lightly kiss her lips. Then then smiled at her, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
"If that's what you want, I'm okay with it. I'm sorry I brought it up, I was just," his eyes flicked down, near her stomach, but quickly returned to her beautiful face, "worried. Worried about something. But it's silly, really. Angela, I love you, and I really do want to," swallow, "keep having sex. I just don't want you to feel like you have to or for it to be the only thing we do when we get together, you know?"
He tried to look apologetic, but probably landed somewhere closer to pouty. "And I'm really, really sorry about even letting you think I'd rather spend time with Lucky. I love that dog, but there's really no contest here. You're the most important person in my life right now, Angela, I love and respect you."
Another smile, another hug.
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Post by ✿ngela wingrose on Dec 16, 2008 13:10:59 GMT -5
He was okay with it?! She was going to comment, say something drastic like before, until his next words cascaded over her. Miraculously they pacified her.
"What were you so worried about?" She asked softly, letting him drag her closer, "And have I done anything to suggest that I feel like I have to?" Her brows furrowed as she tried to think back. But she couldn't recall ever not wanting to make love to Kennedy. And when he apologized for the Lucky comments, Angela realized how silly the whole thing had been.
Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around Kennedy's neck and pressed her cheek to his chest.
"You're the most important person in my life too," She murmured. "I'm sorry for being so dumb. You didn't deserve any of that back in there. I don't know what came over me."
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Post by ken on Dec 16, 2008 21:26:41 GMT -5
So, both the most important people in each other's lives. That's certainly, something. Something major, really. Certainly seems to indicate that they're ready for the next step. Good thing that someone's got a ring stashed up in his room.
Soon.
"I guess," Kennedy gulped, then shook his head, "I guess, and this is going to sound really silly. I guess I was worried that I was your sugar daddy or something."
Yeah, even Kennedy had trouble not laughing at that. Like Angela couldn't leave Kennedy and go have her pick of men. Seriously, he needed to try and think through things.
What's wrong with me? Is the crazy rubbing off?
Now that they were close to each other, Angela snug in Kennedy's arms, it all felt alright. Why were they so worried? Stupid, really.
"And don't worry about it. If you can't go crazy at your boyfriend, who can you go crazy at?" he teased. One hand raised to gently caress her cheek, and he placed a gentle kiss there. His thumb continued to circle the area, and he couldn't help but smile.
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Post by ✿ngela wingrose on Dec 17, 2008 0:29:31 GMT -5
"My... sugar daddy?" Angela repeated, pulling back to look at him, and laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh. In fact, her laughter gave her a killer cramp and soon she was giggling and groaning into his shirt.
"So now I have your permission to go crazy on you? You might regret that, you know," she warned, still smiling. Oh Kennedy. She used the hands around his neck to help her straighten up and kiss him properly. The way a girlfriend kissed her boyfriend when she was a giggling mess, had a cramp, and was trying to apologize. Which meant her lips were a little shaky, she was squirming a bit, and still trying to make it a good kiss.
But not two seconds later she had to pull back and groan.
"Ugh," she grunted to the side, not wanting Kennedy to see the look of pain screwed up on her face. PMS really, really sucked.
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Post by ken on Dec 17, 2008 0:38:06 GMT -5
"Probably," agreed Kennedy. He tried to return the kiss, despite the giggles and difficulties. Though he could never properly put it into words, he loved this part of Angela just as much as he loved the confident, sexy parts. After all, he'd gotten to know the unsure, awkward version before sex-goddess, and now it felt right to be exposed to both. Because, Kennedy realized, both were wholly Angela.
"What's wrong?" asked Kennedy. His hands rubbed at Angela's back, as if they could work away the pain. Actually, with the right Gift... but no, he couldn't do that at the moment. Instead he'd have to rely on his own personal strength, and what he could offer her without super-powers. Sometimes thats all you needed anyway.
"Too much pizza?" he tried to joke, but still couldn't completely hide the concern from his voice. After all, cramps were not generally a good thing. Did girls cramp when pregnant? Kennedy made a mental note to ask one of his sisters when he saw them next. Meanwhile.
"Did you want to go lay down or something?"
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Post by ✿ngela wingrose on Dec 17, 2008 1:06:47 GMT -5
Angela wrinkled her nose at Kennedy's joke.
"Yeah," She decided to lie, seeing as how boys bowed out of the picture the moment the letters P, M, and S were brought into conversation. His suggestion of lying down caused Angela to shake her head. "No, it's not bad. Nyeh... see, it's passed."
She straightened up and leaned into him.
"What we were talking about before... with the sex and everything... what would you say to two or three dates without it? I mean... it's not because I don't want to," She added quickly, in case he thought up a double-meaning for her words, "because I do. But you were worried that it's all we do, and I don't want you thinking that's all we are. Maybe you can... take me out sometime," she added, hinting not so subtly that he should ask her out on a real date. Because she honestly couldn't remember the last time they went out.
"I know you're busy here, but it's not a 24/7 job. More like... 23/7," Angela mused, commenting on how hectic things could get when Kennedy wasn't around, "but I'm greedy, so I want that one hour you can spare me..."
She pressed her forehead to his chest so he wouldn't see her grimace her cramp intensified.
"What do you think?" She muttered.
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Post by ken on Dec 17, 2008 1:20:35 GMT -5
They have so had dates that didn't end in sex. Really, Kennedy could remember some, really. Did they honestly need some limitation like that? They weren't that bad, were they?
Kennedy suddenly remembered some aerial acrobatics, and had the decency to blush.
"All my spare time, huh? Not demanding in the least, are you?" Kennedy gave Angela a little squeeze, and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Angela, would you like to go out with me? Friday, maybe? I know of a few good restaurants in St. Louis. We could just fly out there."
How often could someone say something like that, and mean it? Sometimes there were advantages to being Gifted.
"And two dates sounds good," agreed Kennedy. "Many more then that, and I'll probably go insane and ravish you."
Does going to meet her father count as a date? For that matter, they'd have to make plans for the holiday soon. Two Christmases sounded like a plan, unless Angela and her father wanted to come spend Christmas with the Cavans...
"Hey, what do you want to do for Christmas?"
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