you ain't nothing but a vulture ,

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]It was easy to play with her emotions, often wearing her heart on her sleeve. While she did her best to act coy or to ignore certain feelings, she couldn't hide them. They were always front and center, as if it was written across her forehead. Lina was a girl that believed in romance and in her world, romance rarely existed. She had high hopes, but they were always crushed, leaving her to close herself off to love. It was the reason she ended up being friends with benefits more often than in a stable relationship. Love without feelings, though sometimes it just didn't work that way. "I fall too easily," It wasn't that, to be exact. She had been fooling around with Tavin for over a year and felt nothing for him. De'Sean was the only one she had found herself in that sort of situation with, and deep down she knew she shouldn't have felt that way. Knowing him the way she did, hearing his views on women and relationships, she was once again setting herself up for failure. She had finally admitted it, not out right, but in context that it was easily understandable. Maybe if she had just come right out and said it to begin with, there could have been progress between the two. She never expected anything to become of them, but, at least it would be out there. Lina was unsure of where they stood at that moment, knowing actions didn't always speak what was being thought. Who ever came up with that phrase lied. Before she could reply to him about his jealousy, her phone started to buzz, John Legend's smooth voice interrupting their intimate moment. Baby tonights the night, she couldn't help but giggle at the context. Breaking their embrace, she leaned over to silence the phone, turning the device off all together. "I don't normally do that," Aalina pointed out, returning to her position. She was liking this different side of Datty, it made him even more attractive than he already was. She took his hands from her hips, lacing her fingers with his as she kissed him once again. "I don't think you were trying, were you?" She finally replied, questioning him. Did anyone ever try to make it seem like they were jealous? Wasn't it just an involuntary action? Her lips were once again captivated by his, parting slightly to grant access to her mouth. She didn't want to ask where things were headed, just letting things take course. Aalina could care less about his measurements at that moment, though, and knew that unless he demanded them, they weren't going to be taken that night. Awkwardly fumbling with the hem of his shirt, she managed to pull it up to his collar bone without breaking their kiss. "You're over dressed," She whispered against his lips, being reminded that she was straddling him in just a sports bra and work out shorts. She wanted to level the playing field. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

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As ‘front and center’ as this chick’s feelings may have been, this dude was just too much of an idiot to notice them, even though he felt the same on some level. He just didn’t know it yet. He’s used to walking away from relationships and if he knew one of the flings involved a girl who actually had feelings for him—in this case it was Lina—he would have handled things differently. Granted, he still wouldn’t know what to do, but he wouldn’t have been an ass about it like he had been with Aalina. He had to think about himself, though. It wasn’t unusual for a girl to be expressing her feelings just to get fame or something because he was on TV and whatnot. Girls did that. It was already clear to him the Lina didn’t care about that.

While they kissed, he let his hands be taken by hers as he kissed back, eventually finding himself raising his question. He had just told her that he didn’t think it was obvious he was jealous and now she was asking him if he was trying to make it seem that way? Before he could give her some Datty-like cynical comment, his mouth was busied once again by her lips. OF course if she wasn’t going to ask, he wasn’t going to ask either about where things were headed. But don’t worry, ya’ll. We’ll get to that later. And that included the measurements. He didn’t care about either right now…especially not the sizing. Everything in his little shallow mind revolved her body, her lips, just the way she felt. Was it too stupid to suddenly think he never felt anything like this before? Was it just the heat of the moment? Does he feel like that with all the girls and doesn’t notice, or was Lina really something special?

After realizing he was thinking about sex way too much instead of actually doing it, he finally snapped out of his girly thoughts and smirked at her words, still kissing her after she had whispered to him, but had to pull away only by a couple inches to let the shirt that was gathered at his shoulder to slip off, his hat flying off wherever his shirt his dropped. Datty took a hold of her by the thighs and lifted her before gently backing her against the arm of the couch and moved back in for a kiss after adjusting himself between her legs, his hands running through her silky blonde locks as he closed his eyes again. If he was actually focusing on another else, he’d be laughing at the fact that he literally wanted to punch her only two minutes ago. What just happened?

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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[brie]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]De'Sean was so hard to read, and even when being point blank with him, he was still so mysterious. It made Aalina nervous, unsure of her every action. Just the simple act of taking his shirt off was questioned. She knew what he wanted, just from the physical signs it was obvious. But, she wasn't sure the reasons behind it. Was she still just some fling to him? Were they headed toward something more? It was all too confusing, and in some part of her, she knew they needed to stop and talk through things. But, his lips countered everything her mind told her to do, leaving her trapped. Not that she was complaining. As his shirt left his body, Aalina discarded it to the site, with no care where it landed. His hat went with it, though, she was too engrossed with other aspects of his body to notice. Before he flipped her onto the couch, she lightly traced the words tattooed on his chest 'Fear none but God'. She had seen it countless times, but, she had never had the nerve to touch it like she was. Lina was no stranger to tattoos, and it wasn't the tattoo that intriuged her as much as it was what it said. She had always wanted to ask him why he chose it, but never did. And now wasn't the time. Feeling her back against the arm of the couch, she felt his lips against hers once again, his hands leaving her thighs, only to reappear running through her hair. For someone who was always over thinking things, her thoughts were quite blank, fearing that if she questioned anything, they would be back to their argument once again. She wiggled underneath him as they kissed, her eyes tightly shut. Her hands rested against his chest, dragging her fingertips down toward his stomach, fueled by want. Lust. This is how she got into this mess in the first place, wasn't it? Reaching the top of his jeans, she hooked a finger into the waistband, pulling him closer to her. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]