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Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-03 17:52:00

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!2003: 09, !complete, stephanie fawcett, stephen cornfoot

WHO: Stephen Cornfoot and Stephanie ~~Cornfoot~~ Fawcett
WHAT: A sweet distraction.
WHEN: Evening on Friday.
WHERE: Stephanie's flat.
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Complete

Her days were spent painting murals, and her evenings were filled with wedding plans. It just seemed to work out that right when she actually decided to do something with her talent, something else came up...not that she was complaining. In fact, she’d been hard pressed to wipe the smile off of her face since Stephen had proposed. She went to Memorial every day to paint in Ellie’s day care, and she usually had a break to get some tea and see Stephen at Tea and Sympathy...and disappear off to the back room for a few minutes as well. But none of that could distract her right then. No, not when she was surveying stacks upon stacks of notes and pictures and pamphlets about weddings.

Her chocolate hair was a bit of a mess, smelling strongly of blueberries just how the both of them liked it, because she’d been running her hand through it incessantly as she poured over a book of flower arrangements. She alternated between worrying her lower lip with her teeth and pushing it out in a pout as she marked down a few different things that she thought she should keep in mind. She hadn’t even gotten close to thinking about food yet, even though she’d dreamt about wedding cakes the previous night from all of her talk about it with Zacharias. All of this on top of the fact that she was shopping for her dress the next day had her a bit wound up.

Planning had never been her strong suit. She didn’t like being tied down to ideas. But all she had to do was take a glance at the painting on her living room wall or look down at her hand to reassure herself that it was more than worth it. It wasn’t as if she was doing this all on her own. Maybe she needed to look away from it for a bit, but she wanted some ideas before she left it alone. Plus, she thought Stephen would probably be around soon if he came over that evening. And it was unlike that she’d get to focus on flowers after that.

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tigertiger
2010-09-06 06:47 pm UTC (link)

This was his favorite part. Okay, this was one of his favorite things. He also enjoyed other aspects of this new twist to their relationship but he would never get used to the fact that those lips were his to kiss. This body was his to touch, to hold close, to protect. How had he ever let the idea of another man touching her pass?

Come to think of it, anytime he had ever heard her speak of another man (which, wasn't too often really)he seemed to get a bit nosy fairly quick. Nosy and somewhat annoyed.

Stephen sighed against her mouth and let his tongue dance across her bottom lip as they sank down onto the couch. He was holding himself up over her with one arm, his other hand coming up rest on her hip just under the hem of her shirt.

"Why can't we just get married now," he murmured, lips trailing hot kisses across her jaw.

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impermanence
2010-09-06 07:06 pm UTC (link)

Some part of her had always known that this was how it was supposed to be. Everything else was always wrong. The fleeting thoughts that she'd had of them together had always made her blush, and...well, kissing anyone else just wasn't at all spectacular. Her mind wandered, analyzed...with Stephen, she forgot how to think and remembered only to feel.

His hand on her hip felt like it was burning a brand on her right through her jeans, but she didn't say a word about it. She liked it...wanted more. He always seemed to make her reconsider her resolve to wait...and to have their ceremony late October.

She pulled one leg up, her inner thigh brushing over his hip as she planted her foot there against the couch cushion. Her mind grasped at his words to understand them, to hold onto them long enough to answer before they turned to dust. But he made it so hard to think with those lips against her skin. He made it hard to keep her heart in her chest...it felt like it might be trying to escape, what with the quickness of it's rhythm.

"Because..." she gave a soft sigh, her breath almost catching, "...it's not Halloween yet." And that's what they had planned, right? It was a terribly weak excuse, but one of the best she could come up with at the moment. He made her feel totally kiss-drunk. He shouldn't stop...she never wanted this to stop.

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tigertiger
2010-09-06 07:31 pm UTC (link)

Because, because, because! He groaned when she hitched a leg up and the hand holding him up shifted to make a fist. The other hand danced up under the shirt and settled hot against her ribcage, fingers itching to move further up. He had never been a guy needy for sex but.. he was still a guy.

He was working his mouth against her neck, tongue licking against her racing pulse. His teeth nipped at that tender flesh and then she said it. It wasn't Halloween yet.

Stephen's sigh was a hot plume of breath against her skin and he placed one last, chaste kiss to her neck before sitting up.

"Halloween... hmph."

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impermanence
2010-09-06 08:04 pm UTC (link)

Hearing that sound escape him made her heart pound that much more fiercely, especially as his hand explored her skin. Her muscles clenched under his touch, anticipating...wanting. Between his hand and his mouth, she felt like she might go crazy. He pulled an involuntary moan past her lips, and then...he stopped.

She felt instantly frustrated. A spiral of curses flitted through her mind but never made it past her lips. She pressed her hands to her face to keep out the blush and the sudden, stinging tears that automatically accompanied that frustration that could only really be blamed on herself.

It was becoming harder to resist him, harder to remind herself why they should wait. It was especially difficult when images flashed through her mind of bodies entwined, hands traveling over sensitive skin, breath huffing unevenly in the air, and Merlin...those sounds.

But this was her choice...and she had to stick by it. She dropped her hands with a sigh and forced herself to sit up, to scoot just a little bit away so she wasn't touching him quite so closely, "Flowers...I need to work on the flowers," she said more for herself than anything. She ran her hand again through that blueberry scented hair, and glanced at the stack of pictures, not really wanting to move. But now she was the one that needed the distraction from all of those thoughts that threatened to weaken her resolve.

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tigertiger
2010-09-06 08:14 pm UTC (link)

He wants to be the kind of guy who is a man's man. A guy who will say 'fuck that' to the idea of not doing anything about the very obvious desires they both have.

But he's not that kind of guy. He's a nice guy, and so when she mentions flowers he simply leans forward to kiss her cheek before standing up.

"Sure thing, love. I need to get home and take a shower anyway... I'll catch up with you later?"

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impermanence
2010-09-06 08:22 pm UTC (link)

She smiles and looks up at him when he stood up, still trying to push back the feelings that had been swamping her a moment earlier. She doesn't really want to look at the flowers, but she will.

For a moment, she's drifting on the striking thought of him in the shower, but she pulls her mind out of that gutter, "Yeah, definitely," she says, giving a nod for good measure.

Within a few moments...she's alone again, and finds herself sitting there with the same pictures as before, just as lost as she was then...perhaps more so. But she knows that tomorrow, she'll go looking for her wedding dress, and it will be white because it's not Halloween yet.

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