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i know what i am, so let me be

It was moving day. Carina was taking a big leap of faith with deciding to move in with Noah. She didn't like living with people, she never did to begin with. She didn't room with anyone in college and didn't have a roommate when she moved out of the family home. She was an independent woman who liked her own space. She liked her space in a particular way and she was more than certain that having someone else around would only create chaos within her more than orderly life. But Noah and her had been dating for some while now and it was that time. The time to take things further in their relationship. She wasn't a naive twenty something year old anymore, she knew what she wanted in life and wouldn't hesitate to go through with it. She wasn't getting any younger and she had seriously doubted she would be having set another one of those relationships. A relationship where they were actually going somewhere. It wasn't a ruse to create the illusion of company when she got lonely. This was the real deal.

To most she didn't seem like the kind of woman to care that much about love. But she was a romantic at heart. She liked all of that cliché mushy stuffy, she just didn't let that on. She had a reputation of course. Many reputations, the one at the front of her mind was her reputation to screw things up in a relationship when things were going good. It was a bad habit that caused her previous three marriages to fail but not matter how hard she tried to prevent that from happening, she always did something. Her relationship with Noah was a mystery to most. He was the complete opposite of her, laid back and a genuinely nice guy. How he had ended up with her was questioned by many, and on the odd turn, questioned by herself. But for some reason they clicked, Carina enjoyed his jovial attitude. He was good for her, in a way he made her want to become a better person. But that was only around him, she wasn't about to change that easily. That wasn't her, but she did make the effort around him.

And though he could infuriate her with his childishness and goofiness, she loved him.. a little bit. They were yet to say those words, but they knew how they felt about each other, they were mature -well Carina was anyway- to not need the constant telling of each others affections. Which was why she was more than ready to tackle the challenge of moving in with him. It was certainly going to be a challenge. "Hey be careful with him!" Carina yelled to a scrawny boy who was helping with the move, he was carrying the fish tank with Bernie into the new house. He looked like a clutz and just about ready to trip with the tank in hand. He jumped and nearly did just that, Carina shook her head and sighed. This would be the first time she would actually be moving into a home rather than an apartment. Another big leap. "Have you seen Noah?" she asked one of the more burly movers, he shook his head before carrying on into the house. Carina bit on her lower lip anxiously, wondering where on earth that man could have disappeared to.

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[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 0 5 20 10; background: url(http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac234/WILEYrylie/swirly.png);] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; width: 315px; padding: 15px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #222222; text-align: justify;]There had only been one other woman he'd moved in before. Now Carina's time to live with him had arrived. As nervous as he was, excitement and pride overwhelmed him. Noah lived most of his life in an apartment after moving out from his parent's house when he was nineteen. Apartments were easier to manage, more affordable, and just the right size for a party of one or two. Jac had moved in with him during their relationship. The fact made his decision to purchase a home with Carina more memorable. His checkbook groaned at the digits he'd written in black ink a month ago. Carina had fallen in love with the house, and even though he wasn't one hundred percent satisfied, he was glad his girlfriend was. She was hesitant to move in with him. Noah knew how much she enjoyed her independence. When the real estate agent questioned their need for a home of its size, Noah knew exactly what she had been thinking. Kids. Her conclusion was completely acceptable given the circumstances. She was completely off-base, however. Noah and Carina purchased a home with excess space because they followed the physics of every other couple on Earth. Sometimes they just needed some space to themselves. They'd both be able to set up their own at-home offices for work. He produced movies. She managed the careers of various actors and actresses. Carina didn't care for children, so messy rooms, crayon-colored walls, and jelly-stained carpets weren't in the near nor distant future. Whereas she lived a life of order, Noah took every day in stride. He worried about very little, scheduled things the last minute, and had terrible time-management skills. He wasn't sure how he'd landed someone as intelligent and beautiful as Carina Akerman, but he was more and more blessed with each passing moment. She was just as captivating as she had been the very first time he laid his eyes on her. She made him smile wider than any other woman he'd been with before. Because of her, Noah wanted to be a bettered person, and he knew she felt exactly the same way. They were in love. Right now, he couldn't say where Carina actually was. Noah had been searching for her when he noticed a painting above the fireplace. Yes, a painting was supposed to be there, but that wasn't the correct one. He furrowed his eyebrows and called one of the movers over. "That's the wrong painting," he informed him. He called over another one of his associates to help with the task, dismantled the artwork, and began towards the moving van out front. Simultaneously, Noah looked for Carina. Still nothing. Another group of movers was beginning to transport Bernie, Carina's fish. "Be careful with him!" Noah ordered, turning to the painting situation. There was at least a half dozen he'd brought from his house. They were all abstract, all reflecting his quirky personality. "That one," he told them. They nodded their heads and began digging the piece out of the tangle of other furniture. Noah left them to do their work, mostly because he could hear his girlfriend's voice outside. She was standing in the front yard yelling at the movers to be careful with Bernie. He watched her from a distance only momentarily before making his way towards her. His step had an obvious pep to it as he approached from behind, slinging his arm around her waist as he finally closed in on her. "Remind me why we didn't just do this ourselves?" he asked, kissing the top of her head endearingly. [/style]

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[carina]

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i know what i am, so let me be

Carina watched as they continued to move her furniture inside the new house. No, it was now their furniture, something she would have to get used to. Sharing was never her forte but she liked the idea of moving in with Noah. They had a home, they shared the same bed and they would wake up to each other every morning (or as close to that). Thinking about it bought a smile to her face, she couldn't stop smiling. It would be a weird sight to most people who knew Carina for what she was, a cruel and manipulative individual. She was not one to be seen smiling often, her face was usually passive not showing any emotion or giving away her true feelings. Something she had mastered a long time ago. She hadn't always been this way. She was once a nice woman, nice was stretching it but she was far more tolerable. Someone you could be around for more than thirty minutes before wanting to run away and cower. It all changed after her first marriage. A lot of things changed after her first marriage, and it wasn't for the better. Anyone could agree with that.

She smiled easily as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She know who it was already without having to turn around. There was only one man around who had enough guts to do that, the man who had managed to capture her heart. She laid back into his chest, relising in the feeling of being close to him. "Because it would take us twice as long.. and I don't think it's fair that you do all the heavy lifting whilst I just sit there looking beautiful" she replied in answer to his question. Her tone was light but she was more serious than she letting on. She wouldn't have done any heavy lifting whatsoever, the only thing she would have carried inside was probably Bernie, and that's only because his tank cost a fortune and it was lightweight. But she wouldn't be so cruel, she'd cheer him on from the sidelines and watch in enjoyment as his muscles flexed. She spun out of his arm and returned his kiss with a small peck on his lips before resting her hands on her hips "we should go help the morons before they break something" she chuckled lightly before walking off into the house.

The movers were leaving the boxes and furniture haphazardly, which caused her to weave in and out to dodge protruding edges. There were bits and pieces that belonged to each of their separate lives, and were now mixing. And it wasn't just the personal items, they were going to be working together too. She was dreading it as well as looking forward to it. He would see her in her element and she wanted to impress him, but she also knew what she was like on set. Once the cameras were off, Carina was a force to be reckoned with. She did her job but when it came to how she conducted herself after the job was done.. she wasn't the easiest person to get along with. She didn't really want Noah to see that side of her, every time he visited the set which she presumed he would, him being the producer and all. But she knew there was no point pretending to be a princess when the rumours were proving opposite and the façade would fade eventually. She just didn't want him to see the bad side constantly, she was afraid it trump her good traits, despite how few they may be. Carina had stopped in the living room and was unpacking one of the boxes to see what was inside. She pulled out one of those small novelty American flags, she didn't know whether it was hers or Noahs "How'd that meeting go with the writer?" she asked, still rummaging through the box. Hoping she wasn't talking to thin air.

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[noah]

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[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 0 5 20 10; background: url(http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac234/WILEYrylie/swirly.png);] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; width: 315px; padding: 15px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #222222; text-align: justify;]Noah was fortunate enough to see a side of Carina that the world was blind of. She was gentle and considerate with him. She brought a smile to his face no matter what he was going through, and he hoped that she felt the same way about him. He knew that he held a special place in her heart, just as she had his entirely. Many people looked on him with crazy eyes. How could he fall in love with Carina Akerman? Well, to that, Noah didn't have an answer. He fell in love faster than most men his age. Noah fought to see the good in every person, and he gave Carina the same treatment. He hadn't judged her, and he knew that he'd fallen for her by their third date. She was the fire that completed his retardant. Whereas she was ready to flare up given a moments notice, Noah was around to cool down any situation. He chuckled at her reply. She spoke the truth. "You don't think I could do it?" he asked, gently applying pressure to her sides. Noah wasn't overweight but his muscles weren't as defined as many of the actors Carina worked with. He often wondered why she settled for him. He didn't think he was anything special. All he really consisted of was a thirty-four year old's body with a ten year old's judgment. He relished the thought of Carina sitting back and watching him labor, as strange as the thought was. He'd do anything for her. He hadn't felt so strongly for anyone since Jacqueline, and Noah was confident that Carina was the one for him. There was a reason why her previous marriages failed. In his own little world, Noah liked to pretend God had destined them for failure so that she'd meet him along the line. He didn't voice his fantasies by any means, but he found himself thanking the lord for the beauty He gifted him. Carina spun from his grasp and planted a kiss on his lips. Noah's smile exploded on his features for just a moment before Carina suggested helping the movers out. He'd been kidding about doing all the work on their own. He'd prefer not to do any work at all. "Do we have to?" he whined as she began walking away. She wasn't going to turn around, Noah knew. Once Carina set her eyes on something, nothing could stop her. He heaved a hesitant sigh. His feet moved to follow her, and a pair of movers carrying a large box toddled behind him. "Be careful with that, guys," Noah warned. He had no idea what was in what box. There were valuables in almost all of them. Carina was in the living room amongst a sea of boxes when he entered the house. He had to dodge the scattered piles in order to reach her, and when he had, she was speaking directly to him. He honestly had no idea how she knew he'd arrived. "It was great once I finally showed up," he said. Carina knew about his tendencies to run late. She'd dealt with that on one of their first dates. Needless to say, she hadn't been too pleased. "At this rate, filming can start in early August. Right on time." Carina was in the movie at hand, and Noah was thrilled to say she was performing in a starring role. He crouched next to the box she was working on and pulled out a container of Hawaiian sand he'd collected at a Maui beach. "Not sure where you want this," he muttered. "If at all." [/style]

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[carina]

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i know what i am, so let me be

She nodded, knowing full well about Noahs tendencies to show up late. It was one of the many things that managed to irk her about him. She was an organized woman and everyone, especially her clients knew she didn't take tardiness lightly. "Good. I've missed my day job." she remarked. Her last acting job had been in the previous year and as of late she had been spending more time focusing on her clients acting career rather than her own. She didn't mind that so much as it meant she had more spare time to herself. But now she was growing tiresome of watching her clients do what she had been doing whilst they were still in diapers. Carina looked up from the box and just about managed to cover her grimace as she laid eyes on the tacky souvenir. She smiled tightly "it's.. nice" she spoke, searching for a word that wouldn't completely hurt his feelings if he felt any sentiment towards the sand. She bit on her lower lip slightly contemplating how to put it nicely, she didn't to outright say she didn't want the thing in plain sight for any guests to see. No, that was far too cruel. He had bought it after all, it could mean something to him. "But I think it would look a lot better in your office" she suggested. She'd give him the next one though, whatever he wanted he could have it anywhere. It was his home too and Carina was just about willing to give him some leeway when it came to deciding where things would go.    

"Am I going to be seeing a lot of you during filming?" she asked, reverting back to the previous subject. He was bound to be busy with his job, she knew secret safe wasn't his only project at the moment. But she wanted to be selfish and keep him all to herself, despite knowing she would be busy also with all the filming. She was a possessive woman when it came to the men in her life. And she was all the more so over Noah, especially with knowing that his ex was still around. He was an attractive guy and simply adorable with his boyish charms. And because of that Carina can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and underlying anger towards the women who were blatantly flirting with him. Of course he was oblivious, he only had eyes for her and her the same way. She trusted Noah but she just didn't trust other women. "Or are you going to be too busy being the big shot producer?" she asked raising her brows playfully.  

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her short mane already starting to grow out. She opened another nearby box to find a load of framed photos. She picked up the first one that caught her eye,  a picture of her parents on their wedding day. She smiled fondly, tracing their faces with her thumb. Her family meant a lot to her, far more than anything else. She kept in contact with her parents and made a habit of calling them at least twice a week if she couldn't make the drive over. She visited them when she could, they still lived in the home that she had grown up in and had even left her bedroom intact. They were wonderful parents, but they were yet to meet Noah. Not even her beloved sister had had the chance to meet the infamous Noah Davison, the man who had managed to capture her heart. She wasn't worried about them not liking him, who wouldn't like Noah? She just didn't want her mother to get her hopes up, because for all she knew things may not work out between her and Noah. And she didn't want her mother to pester the poor guy about grandchildren, despite knowing full well Carina didn't want any children. "We should invite our parents over. Once we've settled in and filming is over." she suggested, she wanted Noah to meet her father. He was her rock and it would mean a lot to get his approval, which he rarely gave out. He was still on the outs with her sisters husband, and they were married with kids. She laid the picture on the coffee table "maybe for christmas?" she asked as she looked through the other photos. It was only July but she figured that would be the only time they would both be free and the days seemed to pass them by quickly anyway.

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[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 0 5 20 10; background: url(http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac234/WILEYrylie/swirly.png);] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; width: 315px; padding: 15px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #222222; text-align: justify;]Her grimace had gone unnoticed by Noah. While she disguised her disgust as indecision, Noah had been entranced in the tropical sands sifting with the position of the bottle. His childish demeanor somehow popped up no matter the situation, and right now wasn't an exception. "Nice?" Noah questioned. Honestly, he hadn't been expecting anything encouraging about dirt. Carina's expectations were high with just about everything, even timeless souvenirs. The bottle had been a glass full of seashells at one point. He'd already purchased one just like it the year before, so there was no sentimental value attached to the shells he decided to discard on a whim. He could have bought a glass jar real cheap, but something about the bottle seemed more beachy. The bottle was sealed with a cork, after all. "You're right!" he agreed cheerfully. His mind's eye could picture the sand on a shelf or something. Yeah, right in his office. Noah set the item aside and looked through the rest of the box curiously. He found a variety of little things that he'd kept for reasons Carina probably wouldn't approve of. He was a personable being, and the smallest excuses forced him to keep anything and everything that evoked good memories. The sand reminded him of the yearly Hawaii trips his family took. Noah had long since gone. He had been with Jacqueline the last time he'd gone with his parents. An only child, Noah couldn't see himself tagging along on a tropical vacation with his parents solo anymore. He'd willingly do so when he was just a kid at twelve or thirteen but not now. What would that look like to an outsider? Oh, wittle Noah was just following around his mommy and daddy. Be careful now. Did he want to hold mommy's hand crossing the street? No, the thirty-four year old man had more dignity than that. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn't the dullest either. Noah hoarded other souvenirs for his office. He was considering Carina's question. "Possibly," he replied uneasily. Noah never knew how much face time he'd be able to make on set during pre-production. If he hadn't been co-producing the film, there was a possibility that he'd be required more. Sharing the role with someone changed the cards entirely. "That doesn't mean I can't visit, though." He'd love to visit her on terms outside of work. As a producer, he was expected to remain professional. Carina knew how professionalism went. She was a pro. Many people saw Carina in different lights. Some of them were treated with complete indifference. Most others were given a cold front. Noah couldn't imagine being on the receiving end of one of her icy glares. Just seeing her give someone else a disproving stare down gave him the chills. He figured her family felt the same about her different presentations of herself. Carina didn't let down her guard for just anyone. She opened up to Noah because she loved him, just as she laid off the witty remarks around her family because she loved them, too. Family-orientation was something both Carina and Noah possessed. She was more forward about her interests. Whereas she called her family at least twice a week when a visit wasn't in the books, Noah spoke with his parents every few months. He was overjoyed to hear her mention the family. Noah had yet to meet the two people who raised such well-rounded people. Her sister was a catch, too, Carina assured him. "Yeah, we should," Noah agreed. "While I was in New York, I was thinking we could take a trip to Austin while Secret Safe is in Dallas..." He'd like to introduce her to his parents first. No matter what Noah verbalized, he was nothing more than an insecure little girl at the prospect of meeting her father. High school was many years away, but the muffled anxiety of meeting your high school girlfriend's parents and meeting the parents of your one love didn't differ much. All of it boiled down to one question: will they like me? [/style]

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[carina]

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Carina was a materialistic woman, all the possessions she owned were either out of practicality or just because they looked nice. They held no sentiment or deep significant meaning or memory. She didn't keep souvenirs, she thought they were tacky and cheap and her memories were either in photograph or ingrained within her mind. She wasn't particularly a fan of looking at objects and reminiscing about the past, it was a depressing habit and even more undesirable trait to her. She didn't like to be stuck in the past, she preferred to keep it just that, the past. She didn't like digging up old feelings and picking at the scabs of unresolved feelings. It was why she had gotten rid of the photos from all her previous marriages, or at least tried to. Her sister had taken it upon herself to keep them in case Carina ever wanted them back, she didn't believe in throwing away memories as carelessly as Carina did. But it was unlikely Carina would ever want to be reminded of the failed marriages, there were some fond memories but they were overshadowed by the negative. She found it particularly hard to enter their family living room and see the picture of her at her first wedding. It bought back bad memories, memories she had buried deep down. But despite Carinas protests her parents refused to take it down and the reminder would always greet her whenever she visited.

She nodded, knowing how these things usually operated. He would be the guy with all the answers, who everyone would turn to for advice whenever things seemed to being go wrong on set. There would probably be very rare times they would get to see each other. But Carina would make it her mission to see him whenever she could, she didn't want their relationship to suffer because of their hectic schedules, she'd seen it happen so many times before. "Hopefully we'll get some time alone" those moments would probably be far and between, being the leading woman was demanding and required her to be either on set the majority of the time, learning her lines or in make-up. There would rarely ever be any breaks. She was playing a very promiscuous woman, which meant there would probably be quite a few steamy scenes. Scenes, she didn't particularly want Noah on set to see, because although it was all apart of her job, she could imagine the awkwardness of being watched by her boyfriend as she seduced another man in front of him. It made her cringe inwardly at the prospect. Especially given the time they would spend alone, would probably involve just that. Go from her on screen lover to Noah would be a total mood killer.

Her head snapped up then, she wasn't prepared to meet his parents so soon. She didn't when they would be in Austin, it had slipped her mind but whatever the date was, it was far too soon to see the people who raised Noah. Carina knew she wasn't the most approachable of people, and the first impressions people often assumed were cold, heartless and bitch. She didn't want his parents to think that of her, and if they were to stay longer for a few hours, she was certain they were bound to see that side of her. "How long are we talking about?" she asked, referring to the trip. Carina had nothing against his parents, she didn't even know them. But she wanted them to keep whatever nice idea they had of her, instead of it being replaced for who she really was. Normally she wouldn't care what people thought about her, but these were Noah's parents. If they were still together for the years to come, which she hoped they would, she didn't want a terrible relationship with them. "Are you sure they'll.. like me?" she asked, voicing her concerns. This was a rare thing from Carina, she kept her feelings to herself and under lock and key. But her guard was down around Noah, she felt safe with him. She had stopped unpacking things then, rubbing the back of her neck with a nervous hand.

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[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 0 5 20 10; background: url(http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac234/WILEYrylie/swirly.png);] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; width: 315px; padding: 15px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #222222; text-align: justify;]Time alone. Noah liked the sound of that. He nodded his head in agreement and dug through the rest of his box. Most of the junk inside had been inside his previous living room. Other stuff came from his makeshift office. There was no wall separating either room in his past home. He'd been living in his fish thank of an apartment for a long time. It'd been his second home, so he had a plentiful amount of memories inside those walls. The place itself didn't mean so much to him as the contents of the rooms. Photographs, trinkets, and furniture made the house special. All of his story-worthy landmarks inside the apartment had been covered with stucco and paint. There was that one time he'd knocked a hole in the wall moving his couch. He quickly patched up that "boo boo" the next day. He told everyone about that stupid hole. There were other stories, too. Eleven years in a house easily collected enough tales to last a lifetime. For the longest time, his kitchen sink had been leaky. He'd just moved into the house, nearly out of college. While he studied out of his textbook, he'd hear drip, drip, drip. The sound was terrible. Girlfriends always complained about the sink, so he finally tried to fix the problem himself. In turn, a leaky sink turned into another story altogether. Why was it that maintenance stories were the most entertaining? Noah didn't understand. He'd been absolutely pissed after each instance. He cussed himself out. He cussed the apartment out. Sometimes Noah had an excellent relationship with his living quarters. Most often, Noah was wrestling with one annoyance or the next. Vexation constantly hung in the air. "I'm sure we'll find time," he said confidently. "We can grab breakfast in the mornings and dinner in the evenings." Even actors and producers needed to eat. "Female leads need to spend some time in bed, too," he added. Yes, suggestion was thick in his tone. He grinned, but for whatever reason, he fell sheepish after his comment. Noah had never slept around, not in college, and certainly not in high school. He'd always been the dork who lived his life in a restricted social circle. If he wasn't spending time with his video-gaming buddies, he was working at a low-paying job. He found pleasure in sex just as much as the next guy, but sex was something that he shared only with the ones he loved. With that being said, Carina was the only one for him, even if she was macking on some other guy for her job. He knew that seeing her with some other man should make him jealous, and maybe he would feel a tinge of possessiveness once the camera's rolled. All he could do was hope that Carina didn't enjoy Edward's intimacy too much. He was sure she wouldn't, but still... No. No still. Carina was his girlfriend and she loved him. That was that. Now, all he needed to do was get her parent's approval considering he knew his parents would absolutely adore her. "How long?" he repeated, toying with the corner of a cardboard box. "Oh, I don't know. A weekend, maybe?" He shrugged his shoulders. "We have time to figure out the details later." He shrugged his shoulders, brushing off the topic as if they were discussing the weather. Carina's discomfort took a moment to set in. "Oh," he finally caught on, dragging out the one-syllable word. "Of course they will!" he declared. "What is there not to like?" [/style]

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i know what i am, so let me be

She was glad at least one of them was confident about their ability to see each other often enough. That was what she loved about Noah. His optimism never wavered, he was laid-back and simply went with the flow of life. Something Carina couldn't do, it was against her nature to do that. She had to keep on top of thing, keep them organised and structured. She loved that he took everything in his stride as they came at him, he didn't know it but she loved all of those traits that were the complete opposite of hers. Despite becoming easily annoyed with his childish ways, and showing just how annoyed she was, she wouldn't change him for the world. He was her loveable yet gullible Noah, he was everything she wanted despite not knowing all those years earlier. He wasn't her usual type, but he had won her over with his charm. He had her heart, something she didn't think she would be giving away again anytime soon. But she was happy they had found each other, because against all odds they were still going strong. Against all the skepticism, the ice queen was still with the prankster.

Carina smiled playfully at Noahs' words, she bit her lower lip as she closed the small distance between them. Slinging her arms around his neck, she tiptoed and bought her head closer to his, their noses touching. "So do big shot producers" she whispered, her fingers interlacing "We'll definitely have time in bed, especially once those movers are out of the house." suggestion heavy in her own tone. She hadn't missed the coy look from Noah after he had made his comment. It was cute, endearing even. She was used to more forward comments about sex, usually with even more bolder actions that followed suit. the men she had been with previously weren't quiet when they voiced their sexual desires. They didn't both with euphemisms and abashed looks. they were straight to the point. Carina was just the same, she wasn't a timid woman when it came to her physical needs. She wasn't afraid to discuss it openly, but she had class, she was older now and refrained from discussing such things in public. "We'll have to christen the new bed" she spoke, wiggling her eyebrows playfully, he was already rubbing off on her.

Her shoulders fell at the mention of a weekend long trip. A whole weekend? She could already feel the pressure and need to impress them. She had never felt the need to want someone to like her before. In laws were usually faced with a cold and distant Carina. She didn't make it a habit to mingle with her supposed other non-blood family unless she had to. And when she did, there was always a sour expression on her face. Well aside from her first in laws. They were a decent couple, almost exactly like Carina and her husband. They shared a witty banter and it was clear they still had the hots for each other despite being married for so long. She had hoped she and her husband would end up the same as the years went past. "Yeah, we'll talk about it another time" she said, her head already swimming doubt. "I can think of a few things." she said, letting go of his neck. She walked away and slumped in the easy chair that was still waiting to be put in the correct place. "I'm the ice queen remember, what is there to like?" she asked throwing her arms in the air, referring to the nickname given to her by the media.

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[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 0 5 20 10; background: url(http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac234/WILEYrylie/swirly.png);] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; width: 315px; padding: 15px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #222222; text-align: justify;]Even though Noah was preoccupied with his box full of surprises, he didn’t refrain from absorbing the entire room. He was slowly picking out their home from the mountains of boxes piled everywhere. The couch was backed into the wall in pieces. The table meant for the kitchen nook was beside it. He sighed. There was so much to do, and his toddler-like attention span was depleting rapidly. “I’ll finish this box off later,” he decided, tucking the flaps beneath each other. None of the box belonged in the living room, so there was little use to sort through it right then. Carina’s advance tested his strength further, and avoiding the one he loved was a task for Olympians. Noah, being the lazy man he was, had no desire to deny his girlfriend the affections she craved. Therefore, he caved without a drop of grief. Her arms wound around his neck, and Noah slipped his arms around Carina’s waist as he had done in the yard. Her voice mimicked his intentionally, though she was more confident about where she stood. Noah could hardly recall a time when Carina’s guard was every completely laid off. She had a difficult time opening up to anyone, and although he wished the woman he loved would share her secrets, he understood privacy was one of the many things Carina expected him to respect. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Noah replied, feigning ignorance. “Producers sleep all the time. Where do you think we run off to while you’re filming? Work?” Noah rolled his eyes, pecking her lips with his own. As much as he wished his office had some sort of napping device, it didn’t. When he visited his sets, Noah was all business. The man his collegues knew was usually a stark contrast from the goofball everyone else had come to know and love (or hate). While he worked, his mind cruised in auto-pilot. Outside of work, he was free to make as many twists, turns, and loop-da-loops as he pleased. “How much longer do you think they’ll be?” Noah asked. He was referring to the help he’d hired. His words were meant as a joke, but that did little to mask the thirst only Carina could satisfy. She was perfect—his queen. Their saucy banter had now entered no man’s land, and Carina’s guard was dangerously low. His girlfriend released him and walked away. Guilt oozed through him as oil pollutes water in a spill. He followed her movements and positioned himself behind the easy chair to kiss her cheek. “Says who?” Noah asked. “The media?” She wasn’t one to advertise just what their crude, nasty comments did to her, but Noah knew very well what pain their words did to his girlfriend. “Big whoop,” he continued. No one on the outside knew Carina for who she really was. “You’re talented, smart, funny, organized, and sexy.” He messaged her tense shoulders, thinking his words through. “You also make me the happiest man alive.” [/style]

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i know what i am, so let me be

Carina chuckled lightly, deciding to play on and indulge his playfulness. "Of course not, it would be silly to assume you'd actually be doing your job" she teased as she raised her brow. Their conversation was lighthearted, something that wasn't common for Carina. The only people that ever got to see the glimmer of goodness that was deep inside her was Noah and her close family. They were held dearest to her heart, she felt comfortable around them though not comfortable enough to let her complete guard down. She was still apprehensive at best, she preferred her secrets to be just that, secrets. There were something that weren't even shared with her family, that hadn't been uttered to a single a soul. That secret mainly being what had happened to cause the failure of her first marriage. It was publically known that there was a divorce due to some infidelity, but not even her former other half knew the real reason as to why she had given up on their marriage before it could even fully develop. But that was one secret even she didn't want to think about, let alone talk about. The notion of even telling Noah hadn't even crossed her mind. "Hopefully not too long" she winked suggestively.

She honestly didn't know how she had managed to land the man of her dreams, but she wasn't one to look a gift horse in its mouth. She smiled contently as his fingers worked wonders on her shoulders. She was in awe at this man, he knew what to say and what to do at just the right moment, and that was priceless. He was priceless, almost as if a gift from God. But Carina had never been a religious believer nor a believer of fate in any sense but she had often wondered if Noah was some sort of fallen angel. Though she would never say that, that was far to feminine and she didn't want to bruise his ego by calling him something so.. unmasculine. She knew how men could get about these things. "You know I don't care what they think. But I wont your folks to like me" she spoke, revealing the reason why she had bought up the topic in the first place. A part of her wanted to please Noah and pleasing his parents would do just that, or at least that's how her logic worked. She tilted her head back to peer at him before smiling and arching her back and lifting her butt of the chair to land a kiss on his unsuspecting lips. "I don't know what I would do without you" she spoke in a voice no louder than a whisper as she caressed his cheek.

Though she felt more freedom around Noah and her family, it didn't mean she liked to indulge in her feelings too often. Though some were heavily emotional and were easily stirred by the tiniest of things, Carina was prone to keeping things locked up inside. She preferred it that way. She patted his cheek lightly twice, deciding that their heart to heart moment was over. She didn't want to further dive into her insecurities, that was a whole other jar of jumbled and unresolved issues. "The faster we get this done, the more time we'll have together after" she spoke, coaxing him to at least look through a few more boxes. She could tell already he was getting restless and bored of unpacking. She put on her business face, the indifferent and stern look she had with her clients when it was clear that they weren't doing something right. She rarely used such a look on Noah but she knew this would show him she was serious and there momentary break was now over. "Come on Noah, we'll tackle the bedroom now" she added in case he did nothing but brush her 'look' off.

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[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 0 5 20 10; background: url(http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac234/WILEYrylie/swirly.png);] [atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0] [style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; width: 315px; padding: 15px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #222222; text-align: justify;] At once, Noah grinned. He'd been spoiled with Carina's alter-ego that only a select few were able to witness. He'd been on the receiving end of her fury before, and to be honest, Noah never wanted to face her wrath again. He been scared of her. That much was true. Nonetheless, Carina had appealed to Noah as a strong-willed, independent woman that he was attracted to right away. He was nothing more than a boy trapped in a man's body. Earning her trust hadn't come easy. After all, their relationship didn't automatically flourish. Baby steps had to be taken in order to run. "There's a reason why I'm a great producer," he claimed. His reason had been stowed away for the time being. Later on, he'd reveal his secrets. First, he needed to continue packing, fore Noah couldn't possibly expect the help to finish in a timely manner. Important business was on the line now. He wondered just how enraged the moving crew would be if He began yelling a few rushed terms in Español. Noah imagined the end result wouldn't be pretty. Besides, the only thing Noah could accurately say in Spanish was "necesito el baño", which directly meant "I need the bathroom".  Rats! That just wouldn't do. Noah continued kneading Carina's shoulders thoughtfully, but his mind was processing multiple different conspiracies. All were his own creation. He rarely saw his girlfriend squirm over anything. Her policy stated "havoc? No problem!" Noah just couldn't fathom a tiny meeting with his parents tripping her up. If anything, the situation was better off reversed. He'd heard so many amazing stories about Carina's parents, and he felt obligated to please them; however, Noah knew that introducing her parents to someone they would like rather than his true being could only end in a train wreck.  Mr. and Mrs. Akerman would meet Noah Davison, the goofy doof their eldest daughter had fallen in love with. He hoped that they held his parent's mindset. As long as Noah was happy, they couldn't hate the person that brought him so much joy. Maybe that's why Noah couldn't understand Carina's discomfort. "They'll adore you," he insisted. "Pops will be thrilled to know I'll have a strong woman to find my dentures when I'm old and shriveled up." A laugh rumbled his throat. Long term goals usually never ended well for him. His attention span was much too sporadic, but Carina was the only achievement he was determined not to lose. He had no idea what he'd do with himself if he was forced to wake up day after day without the lingering smell of her perfume entangled in the sheets.  Additionally, Noah couldn't stand the idea of never again flying high, intoxicated by her lips. Carina stole a sly kiss from him, and he lowered his head to accommodate the distance. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she told him. Noah's heart stumbled in his chest. He knew that woman usually gushed about their irrational heartbeats and silly side effects of love, so he felt foolish paying much attention to the pull Carina had over him. He couldn't help himself, really. She was his everything and more. She was his leap of faith, and unlike Jac, she was willing to jump with him. "You would already be done unpacking, probably," he joked. The boxes would be unpacked when they were unpacked. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't any rush. Carina didn't share his thoughts, and her displeased glare distinctly told him just that. "If we have to," he sighed, helping her to her feet. Noah waved her in front of him and followed her up the stairs scowling. They were paying the moving crew too much to do absolutely nothing.  [/style]

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