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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 13, 2008 14:57:28 GMT -5
Yeah.. Uhmm. I'm pretty sure I should put this here= [R] XD Zaide enjoyed the feeling of Lacey's fingers on his arm as they traced his tattoos. He pulled up infront of the address she had told him to, and gazed up at it. It was pretty big, and fancy looking. He got out and ran around to her side, opening the car door for her like a gentleman, grinning slyly at her.
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 13, 2008 15:04:11 GMT -5
Gentleman Zaide was something she wasn't use to, but Lacey didn't give it a second thought as she grabbed her purse and got out, making a mental note to get someone to drive her car into the garage later. She led the way to the door and pushed it open. "Hey Rosie, could you get James to bring my car inside, I will love you forever. thank you!" She said to the housekeeper as they walked by. Rosie was like her grandmother, really old, mexican and incredibly maturnal. "Be ready for a walk." She warned Zaide as they got to the stairs. Her room was on the very top floor, it had seemed like a good idea when she was young, but now it was just annoying. She could hear her brother in the front room, probably playing video games. She didn't want to deal with him. She started up the stairs, looking to make sure he had followed.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 13, 2008 15:11:23 GMT -5
Zaide followed obediantly up the stairs behind her. "As long as I get you in your room, alone, I really don't mind." He knew it sounded perverted, but it was true. They continued up the stairs, then up another one, then another one. It tired Zaide out so much he actually found it rather funny.
He let out a long sigh of releif when they found themselves at the very top. That was hard. he thought. But all for a good cause.
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 13, 2008 15:20:50 GMT -5
Lacey rolled her eyes at him and started up the stairs, towards the top she realized they probably just could have made use of one of the guest rooms, but it was too late now. She pushed the door open and walked in, moving out of the way so Zaide could follow. She was glad they'd avoided running into her family and didn't want to be caught at the last step. She closed the door behind her and walked over to him, not wasting any time, pressing her lips to his.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 13, 2008 15:24:32 GMT -5
She obviously didn't want to wait, pressing her lips to Zaides the moment the door shut. But he had no complaints, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other holding her neck; He used both to press her body to his.
If only Tyrone knew what I was up to, he thought happily. He'd never believe me! At the back of his head, he wondered how far Lacey was willing to go, because Zaide didn't really care how far. They could easily go all the way, if she was okay with that.
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 13, 2008 15:37:55 GMT -5
Lacey brought her hands up, slipping them under his shirt to his bare skin. she deepened the kiss, her hand making their way up to his chest. After a minute she pulled away, looking at him. It was too late to worry about looking like a slut, she had just met him and after only two conversations, both of them primarily made up of fighting, he was in her bedroom. "So..." She cleared her throat. "Do you have... you know... a condom or something?" She wasn't about to take a chance on getting pregnant because she didn't want to sound stupid... or skanky.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 13, 2008 15:47:02 GMT -5
Zaide checked the back pockets of his jeans, then the front, coming up empty.
"Unfortionatly, I don't walk around with condoms in my pockets. Sorry." he chuckled slightly, disapointed. I wonder if that means she wont do it..
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 13, 2008 15:59:53 GMT -5
Lacey frowned, thinking about it. "You have to be one of the very few males on the planet that doesn't." She muttered. She bit her lip and looked over at the door. There was no doubt in her mind that Miranda and Liam both had some stashed, infact she knew Liam had them. "Oh f.uck it." She sighed, what were the chances it would happen because one time she didn't bother. She would be mentally strangling herself later when the pot buzz was complete gone, but for now she was still riding the last of it and her mind wasn't at 100 percent. {Okay either he stops it or they keep going and we fade out}
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 13, 2008 16:04:00 GMT -5
Zaide watched her ponder, before deciding she didn't care. He gave her a moment to make sure that was what she wanted, before lunging in and kissing her hard, hands wondering up and down her back, then wandering under the shirt and to the front. Then came the bed. And. Uhm. Yeah. *shifty eyes*
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 13, 2008 16:25:29 GMT -5
Lacey kissed back and pulled away only long enough to get his shirt over his head. Then they fell back onto the bed. It wasn't tender, it wasn't sweet, it was what it was two people having sex. When it was over Lacey rested her head on the pillow and groaned when another voice belted out Lacey if you're home, dinner is in twenty minutes. Lacey looked at the white box on the wall, the intercom system that was the bane of her existance. She sat up and turned her attention to Zaide. "Umm... if we hurry you might be able to get out without running into my family." Yep, the top floor really made sneaking out impossible, if you wanted to get out without braking a number of bones.
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Post by Zaide Radbourne on Aug 13, 2008 17:48:50 GMT -5
Zaide couldn't help but completely enjoy himself during the intense love-making session. They were done, and a voice came out over the intercom; It told Lacey that dinner would be done in 20 minutes. Meaning Zaide had about ten to escape unseen. He got up out of the bed, slipping on his clothes that were sprauled all over the ground next to the bed.
"We'll have to do this again sometime," he said, grinning, before disapearing out the door. He snuck soundlessly down the stairs. Getting to the bottom of the last staircase, he looked both ways before running out the door and down the street, grin still plastered on his face.
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