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Fauzy + Whit Whit #2
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Dec 11, 2011 02:09PM
He cupped her face in his hands gently, looking into her eyes with pure love. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day. It's been eating away at me. And it's killing me." He almost meant the last sentence. Because he had dark circles under his eyes, and his blood pressure had shot up the roof in the past months. All because of what he had done to this girl, the love of his life. "I've changed, Ammy. I promise you that much." His voice was firm with sincerity.
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She searched his eyes for lies, sure that she would find at least one, but found absolutely none. "I just want you to be only mine, that's all..." she whispered, looking at him with sad, desperate eyes. "Is that too much to ask?"
He had stepped closer to her, only an inch was between them now. "No, of course it's not." With his hands still holding her face, he leaned down a few inches, but stopped short as he was uncertain she'd want this.
((Ah screw it with the angry sex idea. xD))Her hands went up to his face and then his hair, and he took off his hat and gave him a small smile, that turned wider as she ruffled up his hair. She'd always loved it messy since it made him infuriatingly adorable. This was the first time she'd smiled in a long time.
((Why? xD This can turn angry. >:D))His heart lit up with such joy at her smile. He loved her smile, it always made her have these cute dimples in her cheeks. Without taking his eyes off her, he walked through the doorway, and shut it behind him once he was inside.
((Well, maybe not exactly angry, just....lustful? xD))She suddenly lost it there for some reason. She jumped into his arms and devoured his lips with hers, wrapping her legs around his waist and making him stumble back onto the door. She then laughed out loud because she missed the feel of his lips so much. Mary was long forgotten. The only thing that mattered was that Tristan was here, and he was hers.
(((Alright. x3))He let out a sharp chuckle as his back was forced against the door. As he supported her legs around his waist with his hands cupping her thighs, he pressed his lips back against her with as much hunger as she implied. His teeth caught her lower lip, nibbling on it greedily.
She tugged hard on his tacky red work shirt, wanting it off. She'd always loved the tattoos he had on his body. And the fact that he was well built just doubled the sexiness. But he seemed a lot...bulkier than she last saw him. "When did you become all 'pro wrestler'?" she said with a chuckle, squeezing his bicep, which felt harder than rocks.
He snorted softly, gazing at her. "Believe it or not, pizzas can weight a lot." He chuckled softly as he pecked her chin. "I've been working out more than usual. You know...my mind hasn't been the best place since that day." Not wanting to say more on the subject, he pressed his lips to her throat, tracing a vein with his lips.
She moaned, not wanting to think of the past anymore. She tugged his shirt all the way up over his head and threw it across the room, admiring his body and sucking in a breath. "I missed you, big guy," she whispered, her hands going back to cup the nape of his neck as she brought his lips back to hers in a desperate kiss.
He groaned at her words, then smiled into the kiss. He let his tongue sweep across her upper lip, wanting entrance. His hands went from cupping her thighs, maneuvered up a bit until he found and held her by her bottom. His fingers looping through the belt loops of her shorts, as he whispered into the kiss, "I missed you, too, little lady."
She nuzzled her nose against his, a smile lifting in her face. "What happened to 'baby girl'? I vaguely remember you always calling me that." At the time, she'd pretended to be annoyed by the nickname, but she secretly liked it.
"Times have changed, so have nicknames." He smirked as he kissed her jawline, his tongue snaking out and licking just below her earlobe.
"I wish you'd call me it again though," she whispered shyly, looking away with a blush and moaning at his tongue against her skin. "I secretly liked it when you called me that back then."
He signed, looking at her intently. His eyes searched her features. "Well, since we've both matured a bit. And have...grown up more," His eyes drifted to her breasts, but back up to her face before she could notice. "I believe 'baby girl' doesn't really describe you anymore." He smiled brilliantly at her, showing all his white perfect teeth.
"Oh alright," she said, grinning back at him. She lightly pressed her lips to his. "I just wanted to remember something from the far past. Like the time we had our anniversary dinner in Burger King." She chuckled at the memory. The old memories of them always made her grin like an idiot. The memories....before.
He almost laughed out loud at the memory, but he only smiled wider. "Well, the memories of us are still there, love." He sighed as he held her tighter to his chest. "And hopefully we'll make new ones?" His eyes looked into hers, hopeful.
Her smile faltered a little. She was honestly still a little unsure. "I love you, Tristan. God, I couldn't even if I wanted not to. But would I make the right choice in forgiving you?" she asked, true confusion in her eyes. "In giving you another chance?" She sighed. "You'll have to understand me being cautious, I mean... Well, yeah. I kind of have the right to be."
He nodded in understanding and agreement. "I know, I was expecting you to be. Go with you're heart. I won't stop you if you push me away, I'll understand."
She wanted to push him away, but the thought of being without him just made heart ache, and she felt it physically. "I don't know if I'm ready to really forgive you, but... God, I can't stand the thought of being without you, Tristan." She sighed and smiled weakly at him, suddenly feeling small and fragile in his arms. "I guess true love really is something you can't fight, as cheesy as that sounds." ((:D))
((Last post. Gotta go get a bit to eat. D:))He nodded once more, his eyes never leaving hers. "I guess it is true." He smiled in return, as he dipped his head, and touched his lips to hers gently. Only a whisper of a kiss.
((Awwh. u_u I'll miss yo sweet ass.))She let out a breath against his lips, and stayed there, their lips brushing against each other. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her, of his lips against hers. "How do I forget the past?" she whispered, barely audibly, and automatically tears formed in her eyes yet again at the mental picture of him and Mary. "I just want to forget it, Trist... It hurts so much... I never once spent a night without crying myself to sleep.." She sobbed, but chuckled humorlessly. "I know that sounds very emo, but it was just that painful... I mean, I thought I lost you to her..."
((I'm back.. With Pizza. :D Go figure. ;3 And I'll see you when you get back. D:))He shook his head slowly from side to side, as his eyes closed. "You didn't lose me, Ammy. I lost myself at that time. I know it sounds dramatic, but I truly did. With my own past...and family. It just got too much." He sighed and opened his eyes, and looked straight into her. "I love you so much, probably more now than I did back then. And I hope you can give me at least a chance to prove myself to you that I am forgivable." He smiled slightly, a dimple forming in his left cheek.
((I'm already back. <3))She smiled back at him. She couldn't help it, his smile was contagious. She brushed her hand softly down his cheek, overcome with joy by the genuineness in everything he had said. "I'll...okay. I'll give you another chance."
((Omg. This picture is perfect for Tristan to Ammy. :3)) 
((YAY.))His eyelids grew heavy, closing them halfway as he leaned into her hand. He whispered, "Thank you, love." He turned his head and kissed her wrist tenderly, his lips barely brushing against her skin.
She put her hand softly on his chin and tilted his head up to him. "Promise me you won't break my heart again. And you have to promise me for real this time, not like..." before. She gulped, but then she gave him a small smile. "I'm giving you the glue and band-aids right now. Don't turn them into a sledgehammer." ((xDDD))
((It makes sense. D: ...xD))He nodded two to three quick times, as his arms tightened around her torso. A sting pricked both of his eyes, as he could feel tears almost to their peak of falling. "Thank you," his voice barely audible. "Thank you, thank you." He closed his eyes as a couple tears fell on his cheeks. Please love me like before. I need you to love me, Ammy. Please see that I'm different now. His thoughts went rapid in his head, as he kissed her all over her face.
The tears in his eyes brought tears to her own, but she laughed through them. "I'm the one who's supposed to cry, silly..." She rested her forehead on his and lightly brushed the tears away from his cheeks. "I believe in you, Tristan..."
He nodded again, as he sniffed softly. "Thank you," was all he could say.
"Shh..." she whispered softly, bringing her lips closer to his. She wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him and then gave him a deep kiss that proved just how much she loved, missed and believed him.
He tilted his head up slightly, as his Adam's apple bobbed a bit nervously now. Kissing her back with as much love and deepness as she gave, he wrapped his arms fully around her waist, his forearms supporting across her lower back. "Ammy..."
"Yes, Trist?" she whispered lovingly, nibbling softly at his lips that she adored and missed so much. Lips that touched another... No. She couldn't think about that anymore, but there was no mistaking the slight flash of hurt in her eyes.
His eyes shifted up in her direction, as she said his name. "Yes?" He searched her eyes, and a flash of pain went through them. At that, his face pinched up in confusion.
She shook off the pain and forced a smile. "So," she said in a voice a little too squeaky. "What do you wanna do now? Eat the pizza before it gets cold?"
He smiled before he could say anything, nodding as well. "Sure. I made it myself." He shrugged and carried her over to the couch, and sat her down softly.
"Snuggle with me while we eat?" She didn't mean to, but she sounded so fragile and desperate, as if he might run off with another girl again at any minute. She needed him with her at all times.
He sat down next to her, opening the pizza box and handing her a piece. Once he got one out for himself, he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, and settled down into the cushions. "Better?"
She snuggled against him as she took the piece of pizza, her head fitting snugly against the hollow of his neck. "Better," she whispered, and she took a bite of the pizza and practically moaned with pleasure. "Oh sweet baby penguins," she said with a full mouth. "You made this piece of heaven?"
He chuckled around a mouth full, then swallowed it. "I did, yes." He almost drooled at the taste of his own pizza. "It's good, isn't it?" He smiled, proud of his cooking.
"Delicious! I had no idea you could cook." She laughed softly, looking up at him. "Are you? Or are you just a Pizza God?"
He shrugged, a casual slight lift of his right shoulder. "I can cook certain things well. But pizza is the main thing I'm good at." He took another bite, practically drowning in the delicious taste, as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Man, I'm good."
She ate a lot of pieces, and in the end she was full and had closed her eyes. She was on Tristan's lap, tucked safely into his arms, with her cheek on his chest and her fingers laced with his, though she wasn't really sleeping. She was just enjoying being held by him after so long.
Tristan had ate only three pieces, leaving most of them for her. He sat on the couch, holding the girl that held his heart in her hands. As he pressed his nose against her neck, nuzzling it, he breathed in her familiar scent. Lilacs.
She giggled. "Stop that..." she mumbled sleepily. "You know that's my weakspot..."
That's why I did it. He thought to himself. He then made snarling and sucking noises at her neck, as his hands closed around her waist. They lifted her up and threw her gently back down on the couch, her on her back, as he snaked up between her legs. Doing this all with his mouth never leaving her neck.
"Ah!" She yelped and giggled like a little girl, and moaned at his kisses and sucks on her neck. "Mmh..Stop..." She didn't really want him to stop, of course. The pleasure was intense.
He ignored her protests, hearing only desire in her voice. His warm hand slid up and under her shirt, only to flatten against her stomach. As his lips pressed more firmly, but softly, against her neck, his hips slowly rested against hers.
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