Welcome home...

[Rosalie Dresden]

Rosalie Dresden

No home coming? What kind of place is this? I thought to myself. The cab driver had dropped me off, smiling kindly and saying that the bill was already payed, and he handed me an envelope.
As he drove off, I opened it, revealing a map of the campus and my dorm room number. Shrugging my shoulders I figured there was no where else to go but my room. Looking at the paper, and then looking back, I heaved my backpack up higher, and headed towards my room.
I scanned the surrounding area for any form of life, but didn't see any, though that really didn't bother me. I was used to being just dropped off and told to behave, and have to figure everything out myself.
Rounding the corner, I found the dorms, one labeled boys, the other girls. I headed to that one. I was in dorm room 1, with someone named Ashley Collins. Oh great, a roommate. The thought whirled in my head, but I knew I'd get used to it. Living in the foster homes I always had to share a room with someone, maybe 2 or 3 at a time, so this was nothing new.
Approaching the door, I gave a gentle knock, though didn't receive a reply. I turned the knob, feeling the twist under my hand. It wasn't locked. Walking into the room, I stopped.
There was a main living room, with a couch and TV. There was a small kitchenette off to the side. Following down the hallway a little way, I saw the two bedrooms. I couldn't tell if there was a claim staked on either, but I picked the one farthest from the bathroom, hoping my roommate would enjoy that.
There was a large, full size bed, with the sheets and pillows piled on top. The was a dresser to the side, and 2 nightstands. A closet stood opposite the window, though a desk sat under it. I felt like I was in college, though without the books.
Smiling, I placed my bags on the bed, next to the comforter. Then, thinking better of it, I placed them in the closet, and got to work putting the sheets and comforter on. They were a soft creme color, with dark brown and tan accents. The pillow covers were just as descriptive as the decorative pillows.
Throwing myself onto the bed, I took a deep sigh. There was a soft click as the door handle was turned in the main room, and then footsteps approaching closer, I sat upright and called out,
Hello? Ashley? Um, anybody there?

Even a rose has it's thorns...

Word Count: 441
Muse: Nah, down slope of sugar high.
Notes: Sorry if there are things in there that don't normally happen.

[Mick Kyle]

Mick rubbed his arm across his brow for the millionth time that day. When he had signed up for the stable hand job Abby had offered him, he didn't think that it would involve this. Hauling one of the last few hay bales up to the top of the hay bale stack, he grunted. He had been at this for hours and his arms were killing him. Sitting down, he leaned against one of the many bales. Letting out a pent up breath, he looked at the last three bales of hay. Groaning, he stood back up and got back to work.

Once he had hauled the last three to the top of the stack, he heard a car come up the drive. Peering around the hay, he spotted a yellow taxi cab drive on up. Turning till he was hidden once again by the hay, he sat down. Fuck! he cursed, remembering he was supposed to get the first girl's dorm room ready for the two new girls. Pulling his gloves off, he ran his hand through his brown, messy hair. Sighing, he leaned his head against the hay and closed his eyes. This was definitely not what he had signed up for.

Pushing himself off the ground with a grunt, he shoved his gloves into the back pocket of his jeans. Staggering a bit, he head towards the dorms. Rubbing his head with his shirt, he noticed how dirty, smelly, and sweaty he was. Cursing again, he turned back around and head towards the stable hand's 'dorm' building. Passing in between the two barns, he was grateful for the shade they provided.

Once he reached his 'dorm', he took his key out from under the mat and unlocked the front door. Replacing the key, he stepped into the cool living area. Throwing his gloves on the coffee table that sat in the middle of the room, he head towards his. Grabbing a clean pair of cloths, he threw them on the bed. Taking off his dirty ones, he threw them into the hamper that sat just inside his closet. Grabbing the clean outfit, he head towards the bathroom.

Once he had scrubbed all the sweat and grime off himself, Mick jumped out of the shower. Hurriedly drying himself off, he threw on the clean outfit. Grabbing a cleaner pair of shoes then the ones he was wearing earlier, he threw them on as he exited his 'dorm'.

Walking back up the path between the two barns, he headed towards the girl's dorms. Looking at the drive, he noticed that the taxi was gone and there was no girl just hanging around. Picking up his pace, Mick speed walked towards the dorms. Looking around as he went, Mick was happy not to run into Abby. He know that if she knew that he had neglected his duties, he would be d-e-a-d, dead.

Opening the door that lead to the dorms, Mick felt the rush of the air conditioning. Closing the door, Mick head towards the first dorm. Upon reaching it, he lifted his hand to knock. Deciding against it, Mick grabbed the door knob instead. Turning it, he was relieved to find that it was unlocked. Stepping into the dorm, he closed the door behind him. Looking around, he looked for any sign that the new girl had been here. When he saw nothing, he head towards the two room.

Looking into the first one, he saw that it was empty. Turning around, he head towards the second room. When he had almost reached it, he heard a voice. Freezing, he listened to what the girl was saying. Hello? Ashley? Um, anybody there? Running his hand through his hair, Mick stepped into the room. Uhh, Hey. he said, his voice ginda gruff. Clearing his throat, Mick spoke again. Sorry. I'm not Ashley. I'm, uh, Mick. The stable hand here. I was, um, supposed to get the room ready for you. Sticking his hand out, he offered to shake the girl's hand. Your, uh, Rosalie right?

Word Count: 667
Muse: Good. Never eat chocolate when posting though... >>
Notes: Ugh, I can't believe I wrote that much. I don't think i've made a post like this is a long time.

[Rosalie Dresden]

Rosalie Dresden

"We are, We are, the youth of the nation

Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel

Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself

She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces

Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better

Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool..."

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-Blared through the small ear buds implanted into my head as I sprawled out on the bed. There was a slight pause in the music, and that's when I heard it. The doorknob to the front door opening. There seemed to be a familiarity to the area as the person entered. The footsteps moved closer.
-I pushed the stop button, cutting the voice off in mid-word as I waited. I called out as I heard the door next to mine open, then close. There was movement headed towards me.
-I watched as the stranger ran his hand through his messy, brown hair. Uhh, Hey. His voice was gruff, but after he cleared his throat, he spoke again. Sorry. I'm not Ashley. I'm, uh, Mick. Obviously. The thought brought a smile to my face. I could feel it tugging at my cheeks.
-I accepted his hand, then heard the last of his words, Your, uh, Rosalie right? My mouth was already open, ready to introduce myself, but that last statement made me snap it shut. I settled with a nod and a mmhmm. I didn't know what else to say.
-I withdrew my hand from the shake and stood. I took a real minute to look at him, taking in his appearance. His hair seemed to have a sheen to it, like he just took a shower. His clothes were clean, just like he smelled. Yea, I know I'm a dork.
-His eyes where a honey brown color, and he stood at least a foot taller then me, well maybe just 10 inches, but sure as hell he was ALOT taller.
-The second part of his speech finally registered in my head I had to give a quick laugh. The stable hand here. I was, um, supposed to get the room ready for you. Well, I guess you were just to busy. It's ok, I prefer knowing what I'm sleeping on. I probably would have stripped it down and redone it anyways, so I just saved you the trouble.
-I shot him a friendly smile, hoping that what I just said wouldn't have been taken as any insult against him. I didn't want to insult him in the first couple minutes. So, you're a stable hand? May I ask what exactly that is?

Even a rose has it's thorns...

Word Count: 393 (excluding lyrics&codes)
Muse: Yea, I guess, towards the end, but then it dwindled down...
Notes: 1) love the way u said d-e-a-d, dead, that's a joke between me and my mom...
2) Chocolate is the best thing while posting.... LOL....
3) Yea, I never seem to be able to write this much, I guess it's helpful when the post before is long... lol...
4) I'm hyper.... lol.... and still switching up my format... sorry

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[Mick Kyle]

As Mick walked into Rosalie's room, he looked around it. He saw the discarded music player and head phones on the bed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw that. It was one of this favorite things to do when he needed to unwind. Scanning the rest of the room, he saw that she had already made up the bed. Makes my job a little easier.

Mick could feel Rosalie's eyes on him as he ran his hand threw his hair. He didn't really like being the center of attention, it made him feel a bit nervous. Rubbing the back of his neck quickly, he dropped his hand to his side. Moving his eyes nervously, he made a quick scan of the girl.

She seamed short, but maybe that was because he was so freakishly tall. Their hair was sort of alike, both in the brown category. Her eyes were an amazing greenish hazel. That had to be his favorite thing about her. He was always intrigued by eyes, but for some reason, he just loved hers. He knew some of her history, per say, really it was only the reason she was here and were she had come from.

When she gripped his hand, Mick took a few quick shakes. Letting go of her hand, he smiled. He could see she was also, but he couldn't figure out why. Then the reason hit him. Duh. He thought. Mick was really close to laughing after he had asked if he had her name right. He mouth was open, ready to introduce herself and Mick was very tempted to reach over and close it for her. His figures twitched, and he almost did, but she closed her for herself.

Mick heard her laughing and let a little chuck be heard, even though he didn't know why she was laughing. Well, I guess you were just to busy. It's ok, I prefer knowing what I'm sleeping on. I probably would have stripped it down and redone it anyways, so I just saved you the trouble. He reached his arm up and rubbed his neck again. I was a bit busy. I'd be out of a job though of the hay learned to stack itself. He gave a light laugh to show that no offense had been taken.

When he had finished chuckling, he smiled. So, you're a stable hand? May I ask what exactly that is? When she asked her question, he almost laughed again. But he didn't. Wasn't very smart to make some one feel bad when they had only been there for a few moments. Shrugging, he answered her. Basically, I take care of a lot of the things around the barn, like mucking out stalls used by horses that don't have a rider, stacking hay, or anything else Abby needs me to do.

Word Count: 492 Holy Crap! xD
Muse: Ugh i had like none >> cant believe I posted that.
Notes: I have to disagree. Music is the best thing to use to get your muse going. I find it horrible when im hyper. I just ramble and post nonsense that has nothing to do with what im replying to.

[Rosalie Dresden]

Rosalie Dresden

-I watched as he looked me over. Had he lingered on my eyes or was that just my imagination? I waited for some kind of reaction, a disaproval to my attire. My pink shirt and the pair of tight jean capris that I wore. They weren't really that of a drug addict or a foster kid. For some reason I had been well taken care of over the years.
-The shirt now was a low V-neck, cutting dangerously close to my cleavage, showing just a little. The capris were just plain LEIs though you could never tell. They were rolled up to right under my knee, exposing my tan, hard calves. I had been in track for the past couple of years and before that soccer. There was a small rawhide bracelet around my right ankle that never left.
-There was anticipation surging through my body as I felt his hand move mine. I wanted to hold it longer, but I didn't want to freak him out. Withdrawing it, I listened to his first answer, which made me laugh. I was a bit busy. I'd be out of a job though of the hay learned to stack itself.
-I took a step back, now nervous to be around him. Had I just now noticed how he totally rocked that cowboy way? No that's impossible, but yet, it just accorded to me how cute he really was. I took my slender hand and ran my long fingers through my hair. Something I always did when I was nervous. I didn't know what to say, so I just picked up on what he had said. Basically, I take care of a lot of the things around the barn, like mucking out stalls used by horses that don't have a rider, stacking hay, or anything else Abby needs me to do.
-There's horses here? I asked, and then it slapped me across the face. Something so stupid. Omg, I can not believe I just asked that! That was so stupid! OF COURSE there would be horses, is a stable. Duh! I stood there ranting, and then realized that Mick was still in the room. Smacking my hand against my head, as if to knock some sense into myself, I turned to face him. My face redder then a tomato. I'm sorry. Sometimes I wonder if I was suppose to be a blonde instead of a brunette. I can say some real stupid things some times.
-I gave a tight forced laugh, trying to calm myself down, though it didn't work. I hoped I didn't look so rattled infront of him. So, Abby's like the director or administrative here? I waited for a reply, though quickly added so I didn't look stupid, I haven't met her yet, that's why I'm asking.

Even a rose has it's thorns...

Word Count: 483
Muse: had one last night, though couldn't type it all out....
Notes: Trying to make it like he's cute and she nervous, just to build suspension... lol....

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[Mick Kyle]

Even though he wasn't that kind of guy, he couldn't help himself from evaluating her outfit. It wasn't the smartest thing she could, and would, wear on a farm. First off, anyone who wore those kinds of clothes would be shot. She hated it when the girls would use their bodies to get what they wanted. He wasn't thinking that was why she was dressed like that, but he knew that Abby would.

Her jeans were all wrong also. You never wore cut off, or rolled up pants when around horses, unless you wanted very sore legs. He couldn't help but sneak a look at her calves though. They were down right amazing. They had the perfect muscle tone that Rosalie would need when riding her assigned horse.

When they broke off the handshake, Mick's hand floated in the air for a slip second extra before he dropped it. He hoped that she hadn't noticed, and if she did she would stay quiet about it. The last thing he needed was that, even though he wanted it.No Mick. he mentally yelled at himself as he thought about that.

Aha! As Rosalie laughed again, Mick couldn't help but smile bigger. For some reason, he just loved her laugh. Staring at her, he tried not to let his eyes wonder down her body. He kept them at her eyes, not letting them waver anywhere else, even though that was the instinct of the man.

As she took a step back, Mick wanted nothing to do but step forward until the gap between them was closed. Instead, he made himself stay put, not moving and inch, other to tussle his hair out of his eyes. As he did that, Rosalie did the same and he almost dropped his mouth open in surprise.

There's horses here? he could hear the shock in her words and was about to answer when she started talk again. Omg, I can not believe I just asked that! That was so stupid! OF COURSE there would be horses, is a stable. Duh! She seamed to be talking to herself so Mick stood quiet, waiting for her to finish her little chat with herself.

He almost jumped when he heard her smack her hand against her forehead. As she turned around, he reached over and removed her hand from her forehead. Turning a slight shade of red, but no where close to her's, he let go and pulled his hand away. I'm sorry. Sometimes I wonder if I was suppose to be a blonde instead of a brunette. I can say some real stupid things some times.

Its fine. We all get blond moments now and then. Some just more then others. Smiling, he rubbed his neck again. He was suprised when she asked him who Abby was. Shrugging, he answered her question, keeping her comment in mind. Well you could say she is that, and them some. She's also the owner of Broad View. Without her, this place wouldn't be here.

Word Count: 516
Muse: Mind was gone. >> Wrote most of this without even thinking so sorry if it sucks =/
Notes: I'm such a hypocrite xD

[Rosalie Dresden]

Rosalie Dresden

- He kept his eyes locked on mine, never moving down. I noticed this because his eyes were so mesmerizing. He had held his hand in the air for a split second more then needed. I caught the look in his face, and acted like he didn't do anything. I was just to embarrassed at the tugging feeling to reach out and grab it again.
- I felt some tension between us when I stepped back, but I thought it was just the awkwardness in the room. I could hear the smack before I felt the cool sting spreading over my soft forehead. As I turned back around I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist, gently, and pull my hand away. There was a tint of red to his face, but I knew it wasn't as bad as mine. Was there suppose to be so much fire on my wrist? Did I hit it that hard? Thanks. I mumbled my gratitude. To embarrassed to look at him, I casted my eyes to the floor, turning slightly from him until I heard him speak again.
- Its fine. We all get blond moments now and then. Some just more then others. Yea, I guess, I just seem to have them more then the average person. I dared take a chance to look at him. To see if there was a smile on his face. Turning to face him again, I watched him rub his neck. He had a boyish charm to it, and it just made me want to reach out and stroke his cheek.
- My hand twitched next to me, rising up on it's own free will. I resisted the impulse, pulling it closer to me, wrapping it around my stomach. I stood there, my fingers flickering, tickling my side.
- I smiled gently at the feeling. It felt good, somehow. To have that feeling of control. Even though it was my body, and my impulses, I wanted to control everything that I was involved with. Well you could say she is that, and them some. She's also the owner of Broad View. Without her, this place wouldn't be here.
- Oh, that's pretty cool I guess. GOSH, why did I have to be so stupid? I stood there, shifting my weight to each foot as I twisted slowly back and forth. I started nibbling on my bottom lip, tugging and pulling on it to release some of the tension I felt. That was another little quirk of mine.
- I wanted to say more, to do more but I was to shy. This was a first for me, being shy. Normally I am an outgoing person. When twisting started to bother me, I crawled onto the bed. Making my way to the top, near the pillows, I sat down facing him. I grabbed a pillow and placed it in my lap, wrapping my arms around it. Placing my chin on it as support, I watched his reaction, but then realizing my rudeness, I spoke up.
- Please forgive me, you can have a seat, I said gesturing towards the end of the bed, or to the rolly chair under the desk. I prayed he would pick the bed. Just for the fact of him being close. I sat back a little, hoping to give him more room if it made him uncomfortable.
- If you don't mind me asking, or if your not to busy, could you tell me about this place? Just so I have a little history before I run into someone. I asked, hoping he would stay and talk....

Even a rose has it's thorns...

Word Count: 603
Muse: yea, towards the end... but it's been a long day....
Notes: DRAMA!!! ahaha... sorry... hyper... and sleep deprieved....

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[Mick Kyle]

There was tension in the air as Mick grabbed Rosalie’s hand. As he let go of her wrist, he let his finger’s run down her cheek for only a second. It was just a second that he needed to tell that he wanted her. When he heard her mumble her thanks, he nodded. Your welcome. He frowned a little as she looked away. She seamed embarrassed when she looked away and Mick felt slightly bad. He watched as she cast her gaze onto the ground. He watched her as she looked down, not tearing his eyes from her.

He laughed a little when she spoke. Yea, I guess, I just seem to have them more then the average person. Mick smiled again when she looked back at him. He was glad that she was willing to looked at him again. He wanted to reach out to her, but only kept rubbing his neck to make the want go away.

He saw her fingers twitch at her side and looked back to her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, he saw her reach her hand up. He thought she was going to grab his, but instead she wrapped it around her stomach. Sadness flickered around his eyes for less then a nano second. He saw her fingers flickering across her stomach, as of she was tickling herself.

Mick saw Rosalie smile and couldn’t help but smile bigger. After he had finished tell her about Abby, he started to reach for her again. His fingers trembled on his leg, and he let them drum on his jeans instead of letting them do what they wanted. He wanted to sooth her as she nibbled on her lip. It made her look uncomfortable.

He watched her walk away from him, headed towards the bed. He took a step forward, and then stopped. He watched her grab a pillow from the head of the bed and wrap her arms around it. As she stared at him, he looked at her eyes, watching her lay her chin on her pillow.

Please forgive me, you can have a seat. Looking at her, he answered. Don’t mind if I do. Taking a few steps, he walked over to the bed. As he made his way over to the bed, he saw her scoot to make room for him. He then turned around and sat down. He sat right down next to her, with only about a foot between them. He set his hand down, right in between the two of them.

If you don't mind me asking, or if your not to busy, could you tell me about this place? Just so I have a little history before I run into someone. He smiled at he asked him his questions. I’ll tell you about Broad View, but how about you tell me about you first? He leaned a bit closer to her, and looked her strait in the eyes.

Word Count: 495
Muse: Horrid
Notes: Crappy Post >>

[Rosalie Dresden]

Rosalie Dresden

- I felt his hand, he fingers running down my cheek, but then he stopped. I wanted to reach out and grasp his hand again, placing it against the side of my face, but I didn't know the response that would come from him. His your welcome sent unnoticeable shivers down my spine.
- We stood there, my fingers drumming on my side, his on his leg. There was a need in the room, but I couldn't put my finger on it, they were to busy restraining themselves to keep away from his bod. The smile on his face didn't match the sadness in his eye, or was there? I thought.
- I offered the seat, and excitement raced through me as he accepted it. He sat barely a foot from me! His hand laid between us, but then his words hit me. I listened, knowing that this would have come up some time.
- I bit on my lower lip and squeezed the pillow tighter. There was a sharp pain piercing through my lip as I realized that my teeth was digging itself into my tender flesh. I let up on it a little, but only to string my arms tighter around the pillow. I hope he didn't see the discomfort I was in. Would he judge me? I asked myself, looking into his eyes, pleading.
- I took a deep breath, I straightened myself up, and answered him. Foster homes... drugs, sex, lies... You pick... I've been through everything and anything... This was my last chance, here or a couple years in jail... I looked away from him, knowing he wouldn't look at me the same.
- But, if it makes a difference, I'm glad I came here... Unconsciously, I place my hand on his between us. I could feel the pulsing in it, feel the warmth radiating. I knew I was stepping my boundaries, but it felt so good. Was his heart speeding like mine? I gave a gently smile, hoping he wouldn't take his hand away...

Even a rose has it's thorns...

Word Count: 342
Muse: Nope, it sucks... sorry...
Notes: AHHAHAH... do you know how funny it would be if Abby came in and caught them... ahaha...

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[Mick Kyle]

Mick watched Rosalie drum her fingers on her side as he drummed his own on his leg. He could feel something in the air but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. He watched her fingers a bit more as she watched him. They looked as if she was trying to restrain them from something. Even though he was smiling, he thought she saw the sadness that flickered through his eyes.

As he sat down, Mick could feel the excitement race through her body. A little bit ran through him self when she didn’t object to him sitting barely a foot away from her. He could see her watching him place his hand between them. After he had asked her his question, he wished he hadn’t asked.

He could see that she was uncomfortable. She was biting her lower lip as if she was debating whether or not to tell him. He could see her hugging the pillow as if it was a comfort blanket. Her teeth were digging into the soft flesh of her lower lip. He watched her let go of her lip only to grasp the pillow tighter. He could see she was in discomfort, but said nothing and acted as if he hadn’t noticed that he had.

He heard her take a large, deep breath. Looking at her, he listened to what she was saying. Foster homes... drugs, sex, lies... You pick... I've been through everything and anything... This was my last chance, here or a couple years in jail... He watched her turn away from him and his eyes flashed. Reaching his hand up, he grasped her chin and pulled her around to look at him again.

Once she was looking back at him, he let go of her chin and laid his hand back down on the bed. But, if it makes a difference, I'm glad I came here... As she placed her hand on his own, Mick smiled a very small smile. Turning his hand upside down, he grasped her hand. I’m glad you came also. He knew that if Abby found out about this, he would be good as gone. He saw her smile and his small one grew bigger. Leaning closer, his face was only inches from her own. Staring into her eyes, he closed the distance between them and crushed him lips against hers.

Word Count: 394
Muse: So So
Notes: Eh

[Rosalie Dresden]

Rosalie Dresden

- The excitement that raced through the air was now so noticeable, though it was cut short with my uneasiness. I had answered his question, expecting a tsk of disapproval, but received a gentle hand on my chin instead.
- As I was turned back to look at him, I locked eyes with him, smiling gently. My hand rested on his, restraining to squeeze it. I didn't have to wait long. Suddenly his hand was upturned and holding mine.
- I’m glad you came also. My heart started to beat faster, causing my pulse to race. I wondered if he could feel it in my hand, though I didn't have long to think. He was suddenly close, inches from me. A smile on his face as our eyes locked, and then he was there.
- He crushed his lips hard against mine, giving me no room to speak. My lips were on fire, a passionate heat radiating from his. I couldn't help it, my free hand traveled up his chest, feeling every curve of his body. The muscles rustled under the movements we made. It rested on his shoulder for a minute, then moved up the back of his neck to his hair.
- My fingers grasp the messy brown locks, twining themselves into the mass. It was a bad habit of mine, playing with peoples hair. I tried not to pull hard, though when the kissing started to get rougher, I couldn't help it. A slight moan escaped from deep in my throat, completely unconsciously.
- My breathing was ragged, coming in short gasps. I released his hair, allowing my hand to travel back down to his broad shoulders. I gave a gentle push, pulling our lips apart, but placing my forehead to his. My breathing was still hard, though I managed to smile through it.
- I'm sorry... I'm not... normally... this willing... I said in between the gasps. I gave him a big smile as i pulled back, looking into his honey brown eyes. My hand moved back up bod, resting on the back of his neck as I spoke, There's just something about you...
- I leaned forward, closing the gap between us quickly in hope that the passion wasn't gone. This kiss was a much gentler one, but with just the same amount of passion. I grasped his bottom lip tugging on it gently. I smiled as I pressed a little harder, separating his two lips. I nipped gently at his top lip, sucking on it. I smiled a little as I allowed my hand to travel back down his chest, exploring every crevice and bump. I wanted to know this boy, inside and out....

Even a rose has it's thorns...

Word Count: 451
Muse: Semi, I guess....
Notes: Is he really buff? or just normal?

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[Mick Kyle]

The excitement that had been in the air was cut short by Rosalie’s uneasiness. He frowned a bit as how she was feeling. He had this thing and he hated it when people were uneasy or anything like that. His heart leapt lightly when she let her chin follow his hand. As she looked at him, Mick smiled. He locked his eyes with her as she did the same to him.

When he turned his hand over, he lightly squeezed her hand. Just enough to let her know that he was here for her. He wasn’t going to leave unless she wanted him to, he was pretty sure that she didn’t. He smiled bigger when he felt her pulse pick up. He moved his pinky so that it was resting on the underside of her wrist. He could feel her pulse racing through her vein next to the bone.

His smile widened as she locked her eyes with his as he leaned in closer. Soon his smile was gone and all of the surfaces of his lips were meshed with hers. He could feel the passion rolling of Rosalie in waves, and his own matched hers perfectly. He moaned as she let her hands roam over his chest. He felt her feeling over each and every inch of his chest. His own hands moved till one was gripping her neck and the other on her thigh.

Mick pulled her closer as she started to grab at his hair. He felt her twisting her fingers into his messy locks and smiled through the kiss. He felt her tugs and they didn’t bother him the least. He let his lips move harder against hers with each tug she took. He heard her moans as the kissing got rougher and he gasped.

He could hear their breathing coming out in ragged gasps as their bodies twisted together. Twisting his hand around her thigh, Mick pulled it over and hitched it to his hip. He moved his legs until his knees were on the bed and his feet hanging off. He then moved that hand up to her head and entwined it with her hair. Letting going with his other hand, he hitched her other leg over his hip. He knew he was probably going to far, but at the moment he really didn’t care.

He felt her hands loosening their grip on his hair and travel back down to his shoulders. He groaned as she pushed against his shoulders and broke the kiss. The hand that was entwined in her hair moved with her as she went to lean her forehead against his own. He heard her words coming out in ragged gasps and smiled. I'm sorry... I'm not... normally... this willing... Don’t worry. Your not the only one. His breath was ragged like hers but his soon came back under control. He watched her pull away from him and look him in the eyes.

He felt her hands move up and come to rest on his neck again. There's just something about you... He heard her words and was about to respond when her lips met his again. This one was much more passionate and gentle. He moaned as she pulled in his lower lip with her teeth. He could feel his lips being parted and let it happen. As her hands roamed over him again, he hand released her hair and he moved it down to the middle of her back. He applied pressure, pulling her as close to him as possible. His other hand moved down and rested on her leg.

Word Count: 602
Muse: eh So So
Notes: Ya he's pretty buff, and holy crap! waaaay longer then i thought it would be

[Rosalie Dresden]

Rosalie Dresden

- I felt the slight pressure of his pinky on my wrist, measuring my ever increasing pulse. There was a sense of permanence there in his hand hold. Like he wasn't going to leave me unless I asked him to, but I knew that would be no time soon.
- The passion I seemed to feel while plastered to him bounced between us, crashing like waves to rocks. My hand traveled all over his body. He certainly was well built, that's all I could say. The thought made me smile against his lips. I listened to his moan, which in turn made way to a couple of my own. One hand was on my neck, the other on my leg. Surprisingly, it didn't bother me like it should, in fact, I welcomed it. Pushing my body into his, molding into his form.
- I knew this was probably to fast, but it didn't seem like I was the only one not complaining. It seemed that my nasty little habit didn't bother him, which enticed me farther to knot my fingers in his hair. Our breathing was ragged now, as I felt him shift around. My legs were hitched to his hip, his hand entwined in my long hair now. Just as I liked to do it, I liked it down. Gasping, I pulled from him, pressing my head into his big hand, exposing my neck.
- There had been a groan the first time she broke off their passionate kiss, though I had to set the record straight. Don't worry. Your not the only one. His statement made me smile. His breath matched mine, though he got control over his quicker. I had a feeling he was going to say something, though I didn't let him. My lips were pushed on his, pulling on his lip. I could hear him moan as I tugged at his gentle flesh.
- I felt as he released his hand from my hair and I whimpered slightly, though arched my back as I felt his hand move down there. He applied pressure though it wasn't needed. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his neck, lowering us backwards onto the bed. I now laid flat, well except for the part of me that was arched so far into him you'd think we were Siamese twins.

Even a rose has it's thorns...

Word Count: idk
Muse: yea, mom's home now
Notes: g2g, hurried at end...

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[Mick Kyle]

Mick could feel her hands traveling over and exploring his body. His muscles were tense from her touch. It felt good to him having her hands roam over his body. He could feel her smile on her lips as they kissed. After he had finished his short moan, he could hear her own moans. His hand rubbed on her thigh very lightly as she rubbed his own skin. His other rubbed at the base of her nape as it grabbed at her hair.

He felt her molding her body against his as they kissed. As she pushed against him, he pulled her closer. He knew that they were moving way to fast, but he was too caught up in the passionate moment to really care. He had been raised better then this but there really was no reason to stop.

He felt her knot her fingers even more into his hair. He pressed his face into her more and knot his own fingers more. He moaned when she felt her legs hitch around his hips and stay. He heard her gasping as they broke about. He rubbed his forehead against hers as they leaned them together. His hand grabbed hers and he then leaned his head against neck. He kissed her neck then looked at her. He watched her smile and couldn’t help but smile himself.

Their breathing was the same ragged gasp but he was able to end his quicker. He listened to her own once his had quieted. As they met again, he moaned. He heard her whimper as he released her hair. As he let his hand rest on her back, he felt her arch it, pushing herself even more into him.

He felt her arms tighten around his neck and pull him backwards. As they fell onto the bed, Mick smiled. He rubbed his finger up and down her spine as they laid on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows as they laid there. His free hand moved slowly across the bed and came to rest on her stomach. Sliding his hand under her shirt, he let it rest on her warm flesh.

Word Count: 360
Muse: A little bit
Notes: Eh I don't really like this post

[Rosalie Dresden]

I felt the raw passion that ran through every part of my body. I waited for him to call it off, to pull away and say that this could never happen. I kept listening, though I heard nothing except our heavy breathing and the occasional moan. His body was hard much like those cowboys you see in the movies. His passion was raw and unplanned.
He pulled me closer every time I arched into him. At this point in the game I was glad that I had been an athlete and could bend. His hands traveled over me like mine did over him. I had an urge to get to see or feel his skin, but knew I was cutting it close now.
My breath was ragged coming in harder but more steadier breaths. I smiled as he moved all over me. He didn't seem like the type of guy who would do this, but that really didn't matter at the moment.
As we laid on the bed, I felt his fingers running up and down my spine. That sent shivers through my whole body. His hand was warm and rough against my taunt body. I could feel my heart in my stomach, ignited by his touch. My back arched, causing his hand to slide downward, to wards my head. It didn't slip far but I wasn't sure what he would so next.
Slowly wrapping my extended arms around his neck, and lacing my fingers through his hair, I pulled him closed to me to entomb him in another kiss. Suddenly, I noticed in the passion of the moment my legs had slipped from him. They now sat on the bed, folded up to still encase him but they weren't tight anymore. When my body arched to fold into him, I used my legs to push off with since they sat on the edge of the bed. My hips raised farther then I had expected, making sweet contact to his own hip area. Pelvic bone hit pelvic bone, though I don't think either of use was going to complain. Smirking, I lowered myself to see his reaction. I longed to make that contact again, but I was waiting for his next move...