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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 23, 2012 10:35:31 GMT -5
He felt Summers hands still, though that was not what hurt the most it was her pushing him off her, so she could move out from under him. He felt the sting of the blow, her words only another slap -That's just wonderful, isn't it?- The other slap came as she left him, in the room Rigoletto called out to her for her to stop, though she did not he moved to fallow her, he saw she went to the balcony & before he could get closer to her he had the doors just about slammed in his face, making him come to a stop.
"Summer please... speak with me.... please?" He would for the time not force his way onto the balcony if she did not invited him, it was clear she had taken his words wrong & because of it hurt her, something he was sure that if he did try to get unto the balcony with out her wanting he would be very sorry for it.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 23, 2012 11:19:59 GMT -5
She heard him of course though at first, Summer did nothing. She did not know what to do or say and she certainly was not going just go and open the door. The doors were not locked. She did not understand why he just did not step out here unless he thought she might curse him and throw him off the balcony... All was silent for a few moments.
Summer did not doubt for a second however that he was still there. Her mind was cloudy with emotional pain. Slowly she raised her wand and with a muttered word, one door swung open slightly giving him entry. Or exit which ever way he looked at it as technically, he was stepping outside. She wiped her eyes quickly and then stared over the railing of the balcony at the stars in the sky. Summer didn't know what to say to him. Nothing seemed right. So she said nothing.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 23, 2012 12:23:23 GMT -5
For a moment he was not Summer would answer him or even open the door, when she did he entered though still was on guard encase she wanted to blast him still, he saw her wipe her eyes he had wanted to brush them away yet, held back form moving because he feared his touch would not be accepted right now. His shirt was still pulled out & open he had made no move to fix his look, as he had fallowed after Summer, so now he felt the chill in the air against his skin. "Summer,... I just did not want you to regret, what could of happened between use, how ever far it went. I did not want you to think, I was using you in some way after the moment, you deserve respected Summer & I just did not want you to think I did not"
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Post by Summer Carson on May 23, 2012 12:37:06 GMT -5
"Summer,... I just did not want you to regret, what could of happened between use, how ever far it went. I did not want you to think, I was using you in some way after the moment, you deserve respected Summer & I just did not want you to think I did not" Summer scowled and then looked down for a moment before turning her head towards him.
Her eyes moved over him seeing the open shirt and knowing how cold it was out here tonight. "I didn't worry that you respected me as a woman." She told him in a low voice. "But I wanted what was going to happen in there. I thought you did too." Summer blushed thankful for the dark not thinking that as a vampire could could most likely see it anyways. She stood now and then moved towards him.
Summer took his nearly open shirt in her hands and began to button it back up. She took a moment for one last caress of his bare stomach before continuing with the task. When it was fastened, Summer tucked the shirt neatly back into his pants. She did not even try to took his manhood when her hand was in his pants as she pushed the fabric in. Summer did not meet his eyes during all this and then she turned facing the night and leaned against the railing.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 23, 2012 13:05:57 GMT -5
He heard her words -I didn't that you respected me as a woman- Only to fallow with -But I wanted what was going to happen in there. I thought you did too-
"I did.. I still do.." He was at a lose what to say, he with out even meaning it had pushed her away & it let an empty feeling in him, he saw her rise moving closer for a moment, he though he was forgiven how ever as he felt her hands on him he felt her button on his shirt up. He said nothing, made no move to stop her as she finished what she was doing.
There was no missing she did not meet his eyes, only turning away form him to face the night, she leaned against a railing. He approached her, wanting to hold her, yet as his fingers just about touched her he stopped. He would not touch her for now, he felt he had no right after everything.
He hurt her, with out wanting to perhaps he was more beast then he though or perhaps he was just not worthy of her or a moment of such happiness.
"I am sorry Summer for hurting you, I did not mean to, if I could take it back I would.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 23, 2012 13:22:38 GMT -5
"I did.. I still do.." He had told her. Summer stood there now wanting him to touch her. She realized that she had misunderstood and overreacted. But she did not know what to do to ease the tenseness in the air. Summer felt him closer to her. She turned her head slightly watching her out of the corner of her eye. She watched him move to falter and then stop.
"I am sorry Summer for hurting you, I did not mean to, if I could take it back I would." He told her and Summer nodded. "It's ok." She finally said. It was all that seemed right. She reached out with one hand and grasped his. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it softly. "I'm sorry." Summer straightened up as she now released his hand and turned to face him. She very slowly met his eyes and then gave a shy smile.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 23, 2012 13:42:37 GMT -5
At hearing her words he was not sure if it was, though he found some comfort as she took his hand to kiss it, he returned her smile before he drew closer to her, lightly drawing her hand up to his lips to lightly kiss it before he moved to kiss her lips once more, not really sure if she would allow things to go there where they had been. But, he found comfort in know it would appear they where over, the event to come to some understanding & even ground.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 23, 2012 14:01:38 GMT -5
Summer stood still as he stepped close still and then returned the gesture to her hand. When he kissed her lips now, Summer felt relief and she sighed softly. She kissed him back and then her arms went up and around his shoulders. When the kiss ended, Summer kissed his chin and then the center of his chest before turning her head and resting against him. There was just nothing to say. One hand moved to play with the feathery ends of his hair. She wasn't sure about what he was thinking but for her, the little problem was over. It was just a misunderstanding.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 23, 2012 14:11:43 GMT -5
Rigoletto had felt Summer kiss him back, he could not help as he smiled against her at the feel. He felt her arms move around his shoulders, the kiss had to come to an end at some point & when it did he felt her kiss his chin & then the center of his chest, before he felt her rest against him. His arms moved to wrap her with in his arms, as he rested lightly his chin on the top of her head. He felt her hand as he played with the ends of his hair, for the moment he was content to stay this way wanting to build back to where they had been & not mealy jump there. One of his hands moved up to light stroke her arm, before running up to stroke her hair, enjoying the feeling of it, as he lightly in places ran his hand threw her hair.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 23, 2012 14:33:43 GMT -5
Her eyes closed as his hand caressed her arm and the almost purred a the hand in her hair. She loved the feeling of fingers through her hair. After a few long moments of enjoying the contact, Summer straightened up and then taking his hand once more, she led the way back into the flat. She closed the door behind them and then moved back to the living room.
To be quite honest, she wanted him back in her bed but she was not sure how he would feel about that and the mood had kind of been killed for the time being anyways. That was not to say that it may not resurface but for now, perhaps the couch was a better choice.
Summer led the way to the couch and with her wand, she lowered the lights in the room and then started the fireplace. Soon the room was bathed in moving orange light. Summer sat and pulled him down beside her slowly. "Would you like something to drink?" She asked him. "Wine? or something..." In her mind, blood was what she was going to ask but there was no way she was saying that out loud.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 23, 2012 14:44:02 GMT -5
He felt her straighten, before she moved leading him back into the flat, she closed the door behind him, he watched as the lights dimmed & the fire came to life with in the fireplace. As she took a seat on the couch, he fallowed her to seat beside her not that her pull had not told him to do so. As he heard her question he spoke "Wine would be fine" Though he had been close to saying a drink form her lips.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 23, 2012 15:07:14 GMT -5
"Wine would be fine" Rigoletto told her and Summer nodded quickly before rising again. She was wiping remaining tears from her eyes as she walked and stumbled up the single step to the main floor. Summer mumbled to herself in embarrassment as she caught her balance and then moved into the kitchen to get the wine bottle from before and two fresh wine glasses.
Summer took a few steadying breaths and then made her way back to the couch. She poured the wine into both glasses and then handed one to him before sitting again. Summer tucked both legs under her and sat facing Rigoletto. She raised the glass slightly in a silent toast and then sipped from her own. It was nice. The fire looked good against his skin. I gave him more color.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 23, 2012 15:25:22 GMT -5
He heard her stumble, though he decided to say nothing he was sure she would not be pleased if he brought it up. He saw her return later with the win & two glasses he took, the one she offered him & then watched as she tucked her legs under her, before she sat more facing him, as she raised her glass in a toast of sorts he fallowed suit, before he took a drink, of the wine. The fire was he main light in the room & it only helped to bath Summer in a light, that only appeared to glow more.
"Any favorite topics or books Summer?" He wanted to know & since there moment before was broke he decided to start more at squire one, to speak with her a bit so they could finish there wine before, he started kissing her.
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Post by Summer Carson on May 23, 2012 16:01:11 GMT -5
"Books?" Summer repeated. She looked down at her hands. She started to shake her head and then said "Well yes..." She met his eyes. "I like scarey stories. Fiction. Werewolves," She motioned towards him "vampires and the such." Summer thought for a moment. "I also like poetry and biographies." She shrugged. "I just like to read I guess."
She gave a smile and then took another sip. "I buy a lot of books you should see how many I have at my parents house." She chuckled. "I ran out of room here." Summer thought for a moment. "What about you?" She asked now. Another few sips of wine and she was done. Three glasses were enough for her.
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Post by Rigoletto Carillon-Dra on May 23, 2012 16:22:42 GMT -5
"You guess, you run out of room & you guess you like to read?" He chuckled lightly, he worked on finishing his wine "Really, any good stories on the topic of vampire, after all I should know, what I am up against" He smiled lightly, as he winked at her to show he was only joking unless she wanted to play along. When she spoke to him he looked more at her "Well I have many books of all types & subjects, though have not ran out of room yet" Of course he had, many rooms so a bit harder to do so. "But, books on potions of course, then spells, history seeing if something happened, I might of missed & the interested to see how right they are or are not" He smiled to her as he though of something "Perhaps at one point, we should read poetry to each other" It could be fun & romantic to do so, besides it was said that ones voice held just as much power to draw want form someone as a touch, he was willing to find out with Summer if it would be the same, since she liked books & poetry. He finished his wine before, he moved to set the glass on the table, before turning to look at Summer.
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If i dont get an answer by 15th January, i am deleting my account because it is so confusing and no one is helping! 
Good bye for now, please help someone, please!