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Post by ceciliax on Aug 8, 2012 22:03:48 GMT -5
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I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS
Being an enigma came naturally to a girl like Cecilia. She had many layers to her, countless facets, like a diamond. If you knew her well enough, you were able to see most, of them, but like a true woman, the blond goddess never all her cards at once. To the world, she was confidant, cocky, and very strong willed. She was never afraid to have her opinion heard, and preferred to be the center of attention. There was dance Cecilia, who was helpful and hardworking, and there was “relationship” Cecilia, which Austin seemed to see a lot of. Cecilia in a relationship was a horse of an entirely different color. She was sweet, and almost submissive, that girl was much like dance Cecilia, in the way of being eager to preform and even more eager to please. The blond still had a smart, quick mouth, so the easily wounded would still have to beware. Cecilia smiled, her eyes pulling away from Austin’s buttons to look into his eyes. They were an insanely enchanting dark greenish hazely color, like a pair of hunter boots that she owned, or a pair of pants she had. Even when she wasn’t high, she loved to look into them. She felt his hands crawl onto her hips to the small of her back. It was most likely the E, but the way his fingertips brushed against her bare skin gave her goosebumps. Her eyes slowly returned to his buttons, her smile remained the same, and maybe even grew a little bit as he vocalized that he would think about wearing collared shirts more often. The thought of him wearing something for her excited her, probably the same way lingere did for guys. Once her fingers unbuttoned the last one, her hands slipped under the white material, exploring his skin. Her icy eyes looked back up to his dark ones as her hands slowly explored his chest, moving surely and slowly up to his shoulders. Her arms pushing his shirt away as her fingers read him like braile. He came closer, and she didn’t falter. If there was one thing Austin knew how to do, it was get what he wanted from her. Pouring on the compliments was the easiest way. She blushed slightly, and mumbled quietly. “I know, thanks” she said, resting her forehead on his before giving him a light kiss on the lips. Her high waisted shorts still hung on her hips, and her heels were still on her feet. She wanted nothing more right now then to make sure he was taken care of, and that he was pleased with everything that she did for him. “You feel good” she giggled, her eyes closing as she laughed. It was probably a phrase he heard often enough from her, apparently he always felt good when she was with him, because about eighty percent of her time with him was spent high. words|404 outfit| here notes| he he he |
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Post by austin on Aug 10, 2012 11:05:19 GMT -5
let's go a little harder I'm on fire, but I won't blackout
I'm on my way, I'm only getting started
Austin shook the shirt off of his arms so that it fell behind him on the bed where he sat. As much as she said she liked the shirt, he was glad to get it off. His hands on her felt good, and her hands on him felt even better. Cecelia was always such a breathe of fresh air to him compared to other girls, her confidence, the way she took compliments. He just really fell for her for all the reasons she was different from other girls. Maybe it was that, and the fact that what they had seemed so out of the ordinary. She could always draw him in, even more so with the help of the ecstasy. "you feel good." he repeated back to her, letting his hands travel from her waist down the side of her legs. Austin didn't know much about fashion at all, he knew that Cecelia did though, and even if he didn't really understand what she was wearing she pulled it off well, but he still would rather have her clothing on the floor rather than on her. He pulled her towards him and onto his lap. His whole life Austin had felt like an outcast. He was the result of an affair that his mother had, and looked not nearly as similar as his brother and sister did to each other. He felt like the black sheep of the family, even if they didn't try to make him feel that way. That was why in high school he kind of forced himself into the outcasts. He felt like he belonged more with them than with the kings or jesters, or any of the other cliques for that matter. Everyone knew Austin just for the fact that he liked to party, he always went hard and made it into a good time. Sometimes he took things a little too far though, often passing out from drinking too much or taking too much of something. He pulled one of his hands from her and pulled the little baggy from his pants pocket one more time. There were two little pills left inside, he put one in his mouth, under his tongue. He took the other one and put it in his mouth too, then pressing his lips to hers he pushed the pill from his tongue to the inside of her mouth through the kiss.
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Post by ceciliax on Aug 10, 2012 21:57:03 GMT -5
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I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS
It didn’t take much to make Cecilia giggle when she was high. Austin repeating the phrase brought a light blush to her cheeks and a giggle that could cure cancer. As she was pulled into his lap, her giggle increased. It wasn’t a giddy, childish laugh tonight, her giggle was more of a seductive, sexy giggle. Her hands found their way to his hair, and her lips found their way back to his, taking one of the little pills from his mouth, and into hers. She pulled away from the kiss unwillingly, only to swallow. She placed her lips back on his, holding his face close to her. She really did enjoy being in his midst. Allowing him to touch her and do with her as he pleased. It was sexy that Austin didn’t really care, as much as she wanted him to care.
She pushed him down on the bed, and continued to kiss him, her kisses becoming rougher and more frantic. Her breathing increased, her lips trailing down his jawline. Cecilia took a moment, whispering in his ear “undress me” she begged, resuming her kisses. Down to his chest, ending right underneath his breastbone. The blond went back to his lips, wanting nothing more to be flipped over and ravished.
Cecilia drew small circles on Austin’s chest. “Would you ever come to a dance competition?” she asked, sitting up and returning to his lap. Her hands pushing him down slightly as she got her balance right. “You’d have to be sober until crowning, but if we both pop right before crowning, we can go out for a drink or two at the hotel bar right after then sneak off somewhere between the lobby and the room” she continued to touch his chest her fingers going to his neck and touching his jawline. She honestly couldn’t imagine Austin cheering for her at a competition, or at awards. She wanted it, yeah, but not if he would be miserable, or if she would be booted from her spot in the elite. She moved her hips against his. “Do some more of what we were doing, have a little more fun” Cecilia’s fingers ran down to his stomach and stopped, poking his belly button.
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Post by austin on Aug 11, 2012 6:10:10 GMT -5
let's go a little harder I'm on fire, but I won't blackout
I'm on my way, I'm only getting started
Austin never got giggly when he was high, but he couldn't help but smile when he heard her. Seeing her made him happy, and visibly so when they were high together. When she pushed him down he felt like he was floating, like the bed wasn't even there. Her lips pressing against his skin felt amazing, and every time she spoke she sounded more and more sexy. He did as he was told at that point, and eventually one thing lead into another. ---- Austin let his arms drape around the small girl, he wasn't necessarily a big guy but he always felt bigger next to her. He was slightly surprised by what she asked him, and didn't know what he would even do with himself at one of those dance competitions, especially if he was sober. He'd never been to one, and could only imagine bad music with a bunch of other prissy girls in tutus fluttering around a stage. He pulled one arm from around her and used his hand to push his hair back from his face. He always let his hair get too long before he would eventually get it cut, the shaggy blonde hair constantly getting in his face and sticking to his forehead. "I don't know, Ce..." he let out slowly, the thought of it didn't sound all that appealing to him, but maybe he just didn't understand it. "The last part sounds good though." he smiled at her, hopefully that wouldn't hurt her feelings. It wasn't that he didn't want to watch her dance, but why did he have to go to some big fancy competition to see it? He let his hand smooth over her blonde hair gently "I guess you never know, maybe someday I could show up at one."
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Post by ceciliax on Aug 12, 2012 1:05:27 GMT -5
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I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS
Cecilia, who did not like that answer, pouted. Her bottom lip becoming slightly fuller as she pushed it out some. It was like he just told her that dancing was stupid, and the only thing she was good for was in the bedroom. She knew those words didn’t even come out of his mouth, but being dramatic, thats what she felt. She ran her hand through his blond hair, mentally noting to make an apointment for him with someone who will cut it the right way. “I’d want to know when you come, because then I’ll try harder to win” she smiled, to him. It was meant to be a sweet gesture, but Cecilia never lost a competition, she normally competed three solos, two duets, a trio, and maybe one or two group numbers. It was a normal occurrence for her to get top three in her division. “Or, I can be a really really bad girl and we can ruin other people’s numbers.” her smirk turned sinister. Her eyebrow raised as she sunk down to his neck, right where it blended into his chest, kissing it passionately, and starting her trail of kisses down to his belly button.
Honestly, she was sure Austin had better things to do then come watch her dance. She wasn’t positive, but he probably had other hookups, and contacts, and friends outside of her knowledge. She was positive that her feelings were not even a blip on his too cool for school radar. She continued to kiss down past his belly button, and stopping right above his groin. Cecilia wasn’t sure about how she felt about not knowing all too much about his thoughts, she’d get his sister to ask him, obviously. She sat up, sitting on her knees, her hands on his inner thighs, and looked to him. Taking him in. “How many people are you sleeping with?” she asked, quite pointedly. She knew she had no right to ask, but curiocity got the best of her, and that whole filter between her head and her mouth never seemed to work.
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Post by austin on Aug 12, 2012 7:49:35 GMT -5
let's go a little harder I'm on fire, but I won't blackout
I'm on my way, I'm only getting started
Austin watched her face change, the all too familiar pout appearing on her lips. He couldn't make sense of her sometimes, she didn't want to be seen in the halls at school with him, but wanted him to go to her competition. It definitely wasn't his scene, and he wouldn't know what to do with himself at one. Sure, he wouldn't mind seeing Cecelia dance, but why would he want to go to a competition and watch a bunch of other girls too? "I'll let you know." he told her, then when she mentioned ruining other people's numbers he raised his eyebrows at her. Smiling a little, he couldn't help it because the thought of that was kind of funny. "You go hard at these things, huh?" he asked, a small chuckle escaping his lips. He didn't speak as he watched the girl start to kiss down his body. He put his hands behind his head, looking very relaxed as he got chills down his back from the kisses. Though to his surprise she sat up and asked something that he wasn't expecting from her at all. "What?" he said first, surprised she was asking, why did she want to know? Cecelia was the only girl that he kept getting back with. Sure he slept with a couple other girls when he was messed up, but nothing ever came of them. "One..." the word left his mouth slowly, and that one was her. Lately, Cecelia had just caught his interest more than any of the other girls at Dynasty Prep.
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Post by ceciliax on Aug 13, 2012 1:55:33 GMT -5
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I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS
He seemed so shocked that she had asked, so Cecilia didn’t push anymore then that. The answer was the one the blond wanted to hear, she liked the idea of being the only one who got to have him. Cecilia was by no means one for a random hookup. It actually took quite a bit of work to get her pants off the first and second time, but if you made it a normal occurrence, she’d take them off for you. “Ok” she conceided, rolling her shoulders as she went to continue doing what she was doing. Maybe it was because she had not had a good boyfriend in a while, but Cecilia wondered how Austin would change if he became her boyfriend. Would he be more touchy feely when out in the world? Or was he a no PDA kind of guy? Would he become protective? Was he already protective? The blond had no clue. Personally, Cecilia was up for hand holding, maybe throw an arm around her once or twice, but she hated being hung all over. She didn’t deal well when she wasn’t the center of attention. She both loved and hated suprises (as in loved when she got them, hated when you told her about an upcoming one). Another true fact was that Cecilia had never gotten past the toddler like ‘look what I have’ phase, so she also loved to show off. She was starting to become protective of him, and didn’t want anyone else to have him. As far as Cecilia was concerned, he was already bought and paid for.
She continued back down, kissing from his hip bone, across to the other, then from the belly button down to his groin, then went back into being his little performer
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Sauntering in from the en-suite bathroom, she hopped up onto the bed and sat next to him. She wasn’t as high as she was an hour ago, but she was still floating. “Are you coming down?” she asked, she reached for his pants, pulling out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, putting one in her mouth and lighting it. She offered him the box as well, continuing to be polite. She lit the cigarette not thinking or caring to open a window. If Baylee got in trouble for Cecilia and Austin ruining her parents ‘custom’ Donna Karan duvet and sheet set, that would just mean less money for Cecilia to compete with. “Other then do this, what fills up your life?” she asked, wanting to know more about him. “What does Austin Winn do with his days?”
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Post by austin on Aug 17, 2012 11:10:53 GMT -5
let's go a little harder I'm on fire, but I won't blackout
I'm on my way, I'm only getting started
Austin stared at Cecilia when all she said in response was okay. What was the point of her even asking? He felt confused as to why she wanted to know. Was it because she was sleeping with other guys? It wouldn't necessarily surprise him if she was, and even if she was he didn't think he would be too upset over it although he did like the girl. He didn't question her though, and just let her do her thing. ---- Austin was laying on the bed with the side of his face pressed against the pillow, he nodded in response. He was definitely coming down from the high, he could feel himself becoming more and more tired. He always got overwhelmingly exhausted after the high wore off. He sluggishly sat up when she lit up one of the cigarettes she had taken upon herself to take from his pants. He didn't mind, of course he didn't, they shared plenty of things. The girl was gutsy though, that was for sure, as he watched her not even crack the window or anything. He didn't say anything though, just reaching over and taking it from her. He took a long drag from it before holding it back out towards Cecilia. "What do I do? I don't really do anything." he said and smirked. It was true, the guy didn't do anything productive, and usually spent his time just bullshitting with his other outcast friends, or getting high. He let his eyes meet hers, she seemed like she had a very fulfilling life, and she seemed rather content with it too. "Let's see... I just hang around most days. Sometimes with my sister, sometimes with my buds. Oh, and I don't ever go to dance competitions..." Maybe the last part hadn't been necessary for him to say, but he still couldn't understand why she wanted him to go to one so badly. The thought of having to go to one was anything but appealing to him. He slouched on the bed where he sat, sitting in silence for a moment. Finally, after a moment of thought, he asked her "Why'd you ask that earlier? How many people I'm sleeping with?" he looked at her, curious for an answer. [/size]
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Post by ceciliax on Aug 18, 2012 19:58:11 GMT -5
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I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS
Cecilia rolled her eyes, taking a drag of the cigarette. Austin was cheeky, that was for sure, but there was some endearing quality about him that she liked. " I know that's going to change." she said with a smile that read 'nice try'. She wanted him to come and support her, she wanted him to give her a good luck something. Surprisingly, it suddenly meant so much to her to have people there to cheer her on. She exhaled her drag, holding her head back and closing her eyes. The more she found out about him, the more she liked him. The more she liked him, the more she wanted to be with him and the more she wanted to be with him, the more she knew it was not possible. Something would have to give, and she wasn't going to leave her throne. Austin's personality differed from hers so much, as he just blew where the wind took him, Cecilia had her month planned out almost to an exact science. Her planner riddled with her daily happenings to exact time, even her free time was planned. It was when she was with him that she forgot it all, lost track of how many minutes she had left, the plan was not even applicable. She was fully booked at all times.. Austin had become her vacation. That was until he put her on edge by asking her reasoning. She looked to him with her eyes wide as he asked her why she asked him about where his manhood has recently been. She would have hoped that he forgot about it after his special treat, but she guessed it had bothered him enough to stick out in his mind. She flicked the ashes into a jewelry bowl on the night stand and shrugged. "Well," she started. She had to tell him the truth, it was the only way to keep things between them as they were. "I kind of sort of possibly think that I may have feelings for you" she shrugged. "I just don't want to assume anything, so I had to ask... You know...for my overly controlling mental sanity" she looked down as her cheeks became redder and redder. "I was surprised by your answer though, I thought I was one in a small handful. I mean, I am only sleeping with you..." she pushed her hair out of her face, and took another drag of the cigarette. "I've said too much haven't I?" Biting her bottom lip, she cursed herself mentally for this. Nothing would be the same between them ever again, they would be forever estranged, and just look at each other from opposite sides of the hall, Cecilia would wonder why she opened her mouth, and could not just let it be, and he would be upset that she made their meaningless flings too serious by bringing emotion into it. She stood, the cigarette between her lips, and started to look for her clothes... She probably just ruined everything. outfit| here notes| he he he |
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Post by austin on Aug 21, 2012 20:41:50 GMT -5
let's go a little harder I'm on fire, but I won't blackout
I'm on my way, I'm only getting started
Austin listened to Cecelia, looking down at his hands as she spoke. He nodded to himself, surprised by the words that were coming from his mouth. He didn't think she actually liked him that way, or anyone really. He had always pictured her as thinking she was too good for everyone. And now she was admitting to having feelings for an outcast? It seemed strange, but he kind of liked it.
He didn't say anything for a moment, until she stood up. He stretched out his leg towards her, she wasn't standing too far from the bed and he touched the back of her leg with his toes. He wasn't sure if feet grossed her out like it did with some girls, but they didn't gross him out. He usually found girls feet cute, you know, as long as they were actually cute. "Hey," he said, a sheepish-looking smile on his face as his eyes raised to look at her "Sit back down."
He could tell by the way that she was speaking and when she had thought she said too much that it made her kind of uncomfortable, and it was probably the first time he had seen her less than confident. "So, Cecelia Bloom has a crush on an outcast?" he paused before adding "Interesting." His soft smile slowly grew into a smirk "So what shall we do about it, Queenie? Especially if the Outcast might like the Queen, too." He looked her in the face, waiting to see her reaction to that. Austin hadn't really had feelings in god only knows how long, never mind admitting it to someone. He had had girlfriends in the past but they had never amounted to much or been serious. He doubted Cecelia would even want to make anything of it.
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Post by ceciliax on Aug 21, 2012 22:12:01 GMT -5
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I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS
Cecilia turned around as he tapped her with his foot. She let herself let go of the breath she didn't know she was holding in. It was nice to know she was not the only one who had feelings between them. Turning around, she dropped her shorts back down and took the cigarette from her lips. She was happy she didn't ruin them, that she didn't ruin what was between them. She slowly came back to the bed, sitting native American style at his ankles. What could she really do? She took another drag then offered the last drag to him almost like a peace offering. Cecilia was ecstatic that he didn't seem so adverse to her small show of emotions. As he admitted to liking her, she smiled brightly, her fears being smashed to pieces. As quickly as she was happy, came a thought that would involve some hardcore thought. What were they going to do? It wasn't like she could just walk into the party holding his hand. Was he even a hand holding kind of guy? How were they going to work around her ten hour a day dance schedule? What about his refusal to attend competitions on weekends? How would these two separate entities ever be able to come together as a unit? Her mind swam with questions. "I'm never becoming an outcast, so you can forget about it. There's only one option, you need to become a king or an elite. I don't date losers. " she was ready for him to laugh. She wasn’t intending to come off harsh or cruel, but it was the truth. She didn’t want to be attached to someone who would only bring her down. She wasn’t up for that. It was going to be hard to rebrand him into something untouchable, but she only needed an hour or two of sleep at night, so she had the time. Touching his leg, she started to pout, knowing the begging and the cuteness no one could ever say no to was going to need to be utilized. She really did like him, and want to be with him, it would just be impossible with the current status quo. She felt the fight coming on “We aren’t that bad of a people, actually. We have fun, I mean, I’m the leader, and you like me. By that logic, you should love everyone since they’re just lesser versions of me”
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Post by austin on Aug 23, 2012 23:11:57 GMT -5
let's go a little harder I'm on fire, but I won't blackout
I'm on my way, I'm only getting started
When Cecelia offered the last of the cigarette to him he didn't hesitate in taking it from her. He took the last drag before pressing the butt into the jewelry dish that was there. Oh well. He watched as her face lit up, she must not have been expecting that kind of response from Austin, but she seemed pretty happy about it. He was happy too, but he didn't grin over it like she was. He kept the feeling to himself.
"Woah, woah. I never asked you to become an outcast. And who are you calling a loser?" Austin blurted after she began. The last part he said lightly, in a teasing manner. He wasn't really offended by what she said, he knew the way she operated, even if it seemed shallow. He knew that the whole hierarchy of the school mattered to her, which was why the thought of them getting together seemed kind of silly. He shook his head at her, he didn't want to become an elite or a king either. "I'm no king. And I'm definitely not an elite. Those guys are all pricks." he muttered. He didn't feel like he would fit in with the kings. And he didn't flaunt his money enough to be an elite. He didn't mind being an outcast, and he liked most of the people he surrounded himself with. His eyes raised to meet hers "Why can't we just stay the way we are? You'll be the queen, I'll be an outcast. Do you think it matters enough?" he questioned, though he already knew the answer. He knew that it mattered to her. Unlike Cecelia, Austin really didn't care what other people thought of him. He worked on his own time and his own terms, and it would take a hell of a lot to change that for him.
He stared at her for a long while when she said that he should like everyone. The thing was, Austin didn't like everyone. He could be an ass at times, though he didn't consider himself anywhere near the level of most the elites and some of the kings. They were an entirely different breed next to him it felt like. He didn't like most of the queens, with a few exceptions. And the plastics he couldn't stand. He shook his head at her yet again, what did this girl expect of him?
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Post by ceciliax on Aug 24, 2012 13:20:24 GMT -5
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I'VE BEEN DYING FOR THIS
She giggled, laying down on top of him. She would hope all the skin on skin contact would allow him to say yes to her, as she was not accustomed to hearing the word no. She hoped he was only joking with all of this ‘you be you, I be me, and we’ll just hold hands and pretend like its not weird’ crap. It was breaking all the rules laid down by the Kings and Queens before her, including her father, his father, and god knows how many fathers before that. She lived to keep things like that going. It was part of her reason for being, her piece de resistance. Cecilia strove for only for three specific things in life. Three things that were hard to obtain, but they were her goals.Tradition, Honor, and Excellence. Tradition came in when she chose to go to the school the Bloom’s have been attending for centuries. It came with her acceptance of hazing the new kids, and taking her position as leader of the queens seriously. Honor came from the way she handled herself and portrayed herself to others. Excellence was something Cecilia took more seriously then the other two. She was in all advanced placement classes, held countless dance titles, and made sure everything she did was perfect, no matter how long it took. Ten hours in the dance studio, six hours of class, three hours of homework, after dance… it didn’t matter as long as her papers said A+ and she kept on winning. These three things made Cecilia who she was, and no matter how much she thought she liked Austin, she wasn’t going to let him change her stance on her beliefs. “Yes it matters” she said, laying her head on his chest as one leg scooped over one of his. “with all this drama and craziness going on between your clique and my clique, its really important that I strive to keep Dynasty traditions strong, I’m kind of in the spotlight, and if I break the rules, everyone is going to think its ok” she started to trace imaginary shapes onto his chest. “It really matters to me.. Can you at least try? For me?” her tone was soft, but pleeding. The queen looked up to him her blue eyes big and pleeding. She refused to hear him tell her no. “If you say no, I’m going to cry and claim you raped me… You know, since thats what everyone does when they don’t get what they want apparently.” she was only joking. It felt good to poke fun at the current events, since she decided that she was going to stay out of it, and wait patiently like a snake in the grass. Her pink lips had a sweet smile on her face as she moved twords his neck again, giving soft, passionate kisses, “Please?” she begged in between pecks. outfit| here notes| he he he |
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