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Pain
May 31, 2006 13:13:47 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 13:13:47 GMT -5
She smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand again. After a moment's hesitation, she kissed his cheek lightly.
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Pain
May 31, 2006 13:15:12 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on May 31, 2006 13:15:12 GMT -5
He smiled at her. "What was that for?" he asked.
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Pain
May 31, 2006 13:18:29 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 13:18:29 GMT -5
She shrugged slightly. "I don't know... just to thank you, I guess," she kept her eyes on him.
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Pain
May 31, 2006 13:21:21 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on May 31, 2006 13:21:21 GMT -5
He kissed her hand. "Well, you're welcome."
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Pain
May 31, 2006 13:33:23 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on May 31, 2006 13:33:23 GMT -5
She smiled softly at him, inching a little closer to him so that she was pressed against his side.
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Pain
Jun 1, 2006 18:43:06 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 1, 2006 18:43:06 GMT -5
He put his arm around her.
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Pain
Jun 1, 2006 19:16:20 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 1, 2006 19:16:20 GMT -5
Gently, she tilted his face towards her and kissed him lightly, her lips just barely touching his.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 19:35:04 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 19:35:04 GMT -5
He kissed her back with equal lightness and stroked her hair gently.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 19:40:10 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 19:40:10 GMT -5
Gingerly, she pressed her fingertips to his cheek, disentangling her fingers from his hand to hold his face in both hands. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew that Mortimer or Catseye or Pietro or someone equally as screwed up would walk in and over react. She also knew that she didn't really care what they said.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 19:43:16 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 19:43:16 GMT -5
He kissed her cheek, near her ear.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 19:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 19:47:04 GMT -5
She smiled slightly, tilting her head slightly to kiss the corner of his mouth.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 19:55:55 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 19:55:55 GMT -5
He started to kiss her back on the lips, being slightly more aggressive. He hadn't kissed anyone in a long time.
"Hey, who's turn is it to..."
He pulled back and turned. Mortimer was standing in the doorway, staring at them.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 19:59:58 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 19:59:58 GMT -5
Wanda looked up, backing a little ways away from St. John. She'd moved all of three inches before she hit the couch arm. Frowning, she sucked a deep breath in through her teeth, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yes?" she asked Mortimer. It came eout decidedly more icy than she'd meant it to.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:04:43 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 20:04:43 GMT -5
"Nothing," said Mortimer, sounding equally icy and cold. "But I guess your father was right. You're nothing but a dirty whore." His eyes were filling with tears.
St. John got to his feet, tossing aside the blanket and ice pack. He approached Mortimer. "You take that back."
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:08:12 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 20:08:12 GMT -5
"It's fine..." Wanda whispered to St. John, shaking her head slightly. She blinked back tears, hugging her arms around himself. It wasn't that she particuarly minded being called a whore; it was just the that she didn't think Mortimer would ever say it.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:16:56 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 20:16:56 GMT -5
"No," he said, turning to her, "it's not all right. Nobody can call you that." He turned back to Mortimer. "You apologize to her right now." Mortimer just stared, bitterly trying to contain his tears. St. John struck him, hitting him hard in the jaw, but not hard enough to draw blood. "If you love her so damn much then apologize to her."
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:19:53 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 20:19:53 GMT -5
As much as Wanda wanted to let St. John just keep pummeling Mortimer, she stood up and wrapped her arms around St. John to make him stop. "Please, stop," she murmured softly, touching her lips to the back of his neck. "It really doesn't matter... he isn't worth it."
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:28:09 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 20:28:09 GMT -5
St. John leaned forward, getting in Mortimer's face. "You hear that? You're worthless."
Mortimer shut his eyes. "I loved you," he whispered. "I loved you so much...how could you do this?"
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:31:48 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 20:31:48 GMT -5
Wanda pulled away from St. John, moving close enough to Mortimer to slap him. "I don't know what it is you loved about me... but obviously that part of me doesn't exist." Frowning, she slapped him again. "I was nothing more than a fantasy to you, and I didn't do this to you."
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:39:40 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 20:39:40 GMT -5
Mortimer rubbed his face, tears spilling down his face. "You used me," he hissed. "You knew that I loved you and you just used me."
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:46:18 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 20:46:18 GMT -5
Wanda stared at him. How many times had she apologized for that? "What do you want from me?" she snapped. "I apologized, I explained, I tried to make you understand... what more is there?"
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:51:29 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 20:51:29 GMT -5
Mortimer opened his eyes and looked at her. "You whore," he muttered, "you f-cking whore."
St. John broke away from Wanda and shoved Mortimer, knocking him over backwards. "Never call her that again."
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:54:42 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 20:54:42 GMT -5
Wanda stared at Mortimer a minute longer before turning on her heel and leaving the room. Once in the kitchen, she turned towards the wall and started mindlessly punching at it with her good arm. It was easier than killing him or tearing the house down.
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 20:59:59 GMT -5
Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 20:59:59 GMT -5
St. John stared down at Mortimer, then kicked him in the stomach. Mortimer cried out in pain and curled onto his side. St. John left him and followed Wanda and grabbed her arm, gently pulling her away from the wall. He put his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle hug. "He won't bother you any more," he said, "I won't let him."
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Pain
Jun 3, 2006 21:04:28 GMT -5
Post by Analyse on Jun 3, 2006 21:04:28 GMT -5
Wanda looked up at St. John, fisting her hands in his shirt. After a moment of just staring, she pulled him in for a fierce, almost desprate kiss and pressing herself as close as she could to him.
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