ღ all the danger signs . tavin [m]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]For some, the night had only begun. For others, people like Andrea, the night was dragging on. The time was a little past eleven, and she was tired for the most part. Her day had been long and stressful. She didn't walk on someone who she thought cared about her making out with an ex-girlfriend very often. In fact, she had to admit Danny and Jaiden were a first for her. As the saying went, there really was a first time for everything. Unfortunately. Her day had been splendid up until she decided to surprise Danny on the set of Dog Days. Lunch with Schuyler had been nice after seeing her infrequently lately. Beforehand, she'd woken up with renewed energy. All of the pleasantries in her life had to hit a brick wall at some point, she supposed. Consequently, she fled back to Los Angeles without so much as a reasonable explanation. Work was such a petty excuse, Andrea realized. Who worked on a Sunday? Drea usually spent her Sunday mornings at mass. She'd been skipping out on church due to the chaos that her life had become, but she was determined to fall back into a comfortable routine again very soon. Tomorrow wasn't the day to start, either. She'd be much too worked up about Danny to properly exercise her faith. Sitting anywhere at length was bound to be difficult. She wasn't sure how much she cried during the plane ride. Tears had gone as far as breaking the surface while Tavin drove her home. She was on the verge of breaking down no matter how strong she appeared. Now wasn't an exception. Fortunately, Tavin had been gracious enough to stay with her for the time being. Andrea went off on a limb and admitted she'd rather not be alone tonight. He understood without much hesitation. Drea barely knew him apart from their rendezvous on the beach, text messages, and brief moments on the public chat. He seemed loyal enough to have around. The Lord only knew how much Drea needed a friendly face in her life these days. Danny wasn't the only relationship that had fallen through since Andrea began working in the entertainment industry. Dale Beresford had been the heartthrob before him. Being that both men were considerably popular, Drea was nothing more than a "mystery girl" whoring around with the "boyfriends" of obsessive fans. After so many harsh tweets, Drea could only take so much. All of the grief that Andrea had been taking hits from was finally unloading here and now. She felt guilty enough for bringing Tavin into her melodrama. She probably could have called anyone. Her mom was farther away, but Anna would come to Andrea's aid no matter how far she was. Josh, too, would have come to her if he knew she was in distress. They'd developed a safe friendship that Andrea couldn't express how grateful she was for. Why, then, did she call Tavin to save her? The decision was incredibly impulsive, she'd admit. Part of her knew she'd have to explain herself eventually, but for now, she was glad for the silence. Right now, they weren't doing much else than sitting on the couch. Drea's feet were placed comfortably under her. She rested her head on Tavin's shoulder. "It's hard to believe that I'm supposed to be in Chicago right now," she murmured softly.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 565   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes i always have the most random muse for them at 2 am.[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]I I'VE NEVER SAY NEVER, I WILL FIGHT TIL FOREVER[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]WHENEVER YOU KNOCK ME DOWN I WILL NOT STAY ON THE GROUND[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] The type of guy that Tavin J Fox was arrogant, bold, and childish. Those basic traits alone, screamed trouble for any girl to get mixed up with. Though with them, he was destined to have a lot of attention with the opposite sex, but for a while now, he had his eyes on a one girl in particular and if he was being completely honest with himself, it had been the longest chase he'd ever had. She tested him, teased him, and then laid back and watched as he reacted. It was hard for him to say where he was lined up in ranks, but as the phone had rang in his car with her name popping up on his screen earlier that night, he had to feel like he was gaining on the leader of the pack, that kid Danny who honestly couldn't see how wound up the girl was for him. Foolish. He didn't know why she'd called him and up to this point he hadn't even bothered to ask why, would he catch himself wondering later? Probably, all that was clear was that she'd reached out to him instead of the other way around, it was working in his favor. The other guy must have messed up, and the tears in the car were living proof of the affect a guy could have on a girl, and that's what thrilled Tavin the most. Not any kind of situation could get someone so worked up that they'd laugh, cry, or scream in agony. With absolutely no physical injuries, the result of a hurt heart was far more binding than anything else in the world. He'd yet to see the ache that came from the heart strings being tugged, but he had experienced the need to please, pull of need and want mixing into create some of the most perfect moments in the world, and as he sat on Drea's couch, his eyes looking down at her hands, trembling as silent thoughts passed through them. He felt that pressure in his gut that told him that the time was right to let her see the more serious side of him, joking a side, she needed him in a way that wouldn't result in an eye roll and a laugh or two. Her head was laid upon his shoulder, and he felt the weight of what that meant. She was beginning to trust him, and with that power her felt the tension strings threading him to her. Never once had he allowed a girl to feel this weak around him, throwing any normal girl to the side and telling them to call him when they got their shit together. He couldn't remove himself from this one though, was it the anticipation that had caused this? That he couldn't grasp the concept. The soft words that drifted into his ears, inches from her peach colored lips, gave him a shiver that rolled down his spine, ending in his toes, "I'd rather you be here with me." he said honestly, that sarcastic way he spun his words, where he'd found himself making her feel like he was always so confident with himself was completely gone. This was him, or who he thought he was, anyway. The guy that held his mom while she spit words about his father's progress, and the lose of each passing moment that was forever gone, the son that had been the oldest and the one to have to understand first. Was it really him that could be so heartless so often? As much as he'd like to admit it, he was soft on the inside, he cared about others, though very little. Drea had somehow managed to work her way into that small list, and he pushed hair out of her eyes, his shoulders turning, giving her head room to fall onto his chest, as he allowed his body to work its way into the back of the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, he was allowing her to hear his heart, no other girl had been given the opportunity, with his hand still at the nip of her neck, he stared down at her, "You deserve the very best." he whispered so quietly that he wondered if only he could hear it. [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 140px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: arial; color: #494949; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left; border-bottom: 2px solid #494949; font-weight: bold;]TAGS[/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 10px;]CHAR AS DREA[/style] [style=font-family: arial; color: #494949; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left; border-bottom: 2px solid #494949; font-weight: bold;]WORDS[/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 10px;]719[/style] [style=font-family: arial; color: #494949; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left; border-bottom: 2px solid #494949; font-weight: bold;]NOTES[/style] [style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; margin-left: 10px;]SHE BRINGS A DEEPER SIDE OUT.[/style]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]Sorrow opened new gates into the personalities of people. She'd never peg the confident, conceited boy she met on the beach as someone who'd allow any woman lean on him. Honestly, Andrea pegged him as a player. He seemed too keen about what to say and what to do. There was a chance Tavin sat and comforted dozens of heartbroken girls. She could see that tactic working for him. Dale and Daniel seemed to have the technique down-pat. At the thought of fallout, she shivered. Tears were always on the verge of spilling, but Drea was determined to maintain her composure. Tavin had already seen her wallow in her tears. Once was more than she normally allowed in front of anyone, much less a boy she barely knew. Tonight was definitely a milestone for their relationship. Tonight was the night she gave him full-access. A sad smile pierced her face as Tavin admitted he'd rather she was here with him. She hadn't calculated what Tavin might think of her actions. Andrea meant nothing more than the need for someone strong to hold her above the water. Tavin, however, could take her impulse anyway he'd like. She hadn't thought her actions through. Words of affection shouldn't be exchanged between them, especially because Andrea knew she was head over heels for Danny despite what she saw today. If anything, the pain she felt currently merited her speculations. Her crush on Danny hadn't been a petty case of admiration from a distance. These emotions were exported straight from her heart, and now that she'd made herself vulnerable for interception, she was facing the consequences. Tavin's fingers grazed her face as he removed a stray hair. She held her breath as he did so. Something about the gesture seemed so intimate to him. Her thoughts flashed through hundreds of moments, projected onto her mind's eye as if she was visiting a drive-in movie. These images consisted of both Dale and Danny, some high school relationship snaking their way into her heart as well. Andrea couldn't understand what she'd done to deserve her ill-bred treatment. Danny helped her recover from Dale's ignorance. Now Tavin was doing Danny's favor. This time, however, Andrea refused to pass the tacit line between friendship and intimacy. Tavin was nothing more than a friend. That's how their relationship had to be in order to keep him in her life. Danny had been unhitched that afternoon. She'd be foolish to accept him into her life again, not after he double-crossed her as he had. Her body realigned to accommodate Tavin's new position. Instead of resting her head on his shoulder, she'd taken on the flat surface of his chest. One ear heard his gentle breaths. The other was entranced by the soft sound of his beating heart. A continuous cadence played a natural song, sung exclusively for her. Then, Tavin spoke. Andrea wasn't sure she heard him correctly. Had Tavin, the arrogant prankster from the beach, actually gone out of his way to flatter her? Drea raised her head curiously. Her eyes were sad and hopeless as they'd been for most of the night. "Please don't say things you don't mean," she mumbled. At this point, she wasn't sure how much more false hope she could shoulder. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 546   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes even heartbroken, she unintentionally plays hard to get. <_<[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]I I'VE NEVER SAY NEVER, I WILL FIGHT TIL FOREVER[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]WHENEVER YOU KNOCK ME DOWN I WILL NOT STAY ON THE GROUND[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] The way her light head slide into his chest, making its home safe and sound, he wrapped his arm around her thin shoulders, laying a gentle hand on the back of her. Tavin J was beside himself. How he'd managed to become the guy that sat with her, he was still kind of clueless how the transition had happened or even when. He was the beast, changing into a prince, the prince she deserved, or was he? It scared the shit out of him to think about, and the thought of it made his heart skip a beat. As much as he fought it, part of him ached to be there for some lucky girl, for once. No girl seemed to feel right to him, something lay missing somewhere. After sleeping and being with over a dozen girls, he'd been able to make a list of all the things a girl did that drove him crazy. For one, he hated any girl that was willing to let a guy in her pants because of who he was. A girl had to have self respect for herself. No star struck girls were going to less more than a night because if they didn't respect themselves, how could he ever begin to respect them? Number two, he had decided that he absolutely disliked natural blondes. He's always been more attracted to the dark hair of a brunette, the way every color just looked amazing on them and the light that shined in their eyes, almost glowed. Sure, he'd hook up with one without much of a complaint but would he find himself stuck on one? Hardly. Now as he stared into Drea's dark eyes, her body had shifted into a sitting position, own legs holding up her weight, for the first time since they'd sat on the couch. Though sadness filled them, they were beautiful, glossy and the long eyelashes that surrounded her doe eyes, over naturally filled rose cheeks, from the tears of earlier in the day, the coloring in her face at it's peek like a fever in full bloom. Her eyes were wide with surprise, but the words that left her lips, weren't one that he'd expected, and he found himself, lose for words, as he looked down at her lips, he reached in, his hand cupping her face, as he brought his lips to hers, he closed his eyes, his lips soft and careful. Never had he been so slow to kiss someone, and he found the fire burning within him with excitement. Pulling his lips from hers, the kiss was light and quick for his liking, but he couldn't be to careful when it came to her. So long he'd heard her refer to him as her friend, but he wasn't ready to be friend zoned. He wanted to be more than her friend, whether for this night or in the future. Who knew where they were headed, but he was ready to take a step and let her know how he felt about her, he did like her, he knew that. "I never say what i don't mean." he whispered, only inches from her lips, his dark eyes looking into hers as he traced every detail of her lovely face. He let his hand run through her silky black hair, his eyes following his finger tips, taking in the way the light hit her locks, reflecting like glass. The simple things in life that others often took for granted. He felt his mouth flip into a half grin, "You've charmed me." he admitted. [/style]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]For the moment, Tavin made Andrea Melendez feel secure in her skin. He didn't ask her why she'd been crying, and she appreciated that about him more than she was willing to admit. Naturally, Drea loathed burdening anyone with her hardships. She'd listen to other people day and night, hoping to erase their worries. As soon as the favor was turned against her, however, she froze. She was supposed to be the fairy godmother, granting the wishes of those she looked after. Cinderella never waved a magic wand and fulfilled all of her godmother's dreams, did she? Fairytales worked for a reason, and Andrea had long since accepted her fate. Making other happy brought her just as much happiness as she'd ever need to get by in life. Sitting close with Tavin was surprisingly nice, though. Maybe fairies had a life outside of their duties. Maybe they too found ways to satisfy their own human impulses. All of this, of course, was theoretical. She couldn't help peeking at Tavin through her sorrowful eyes. He was watching her in a way that heavily reminded her of Danny. Oh, Danny. Her heart throbbed. Her thoughts caught her off guard, and by doing so, Tavin was able to sneak through her lowered defenses. The kiss was slow. Honestly, Andrea could have pulled away in the last moment. She didn't. Instead, she felt his lips upon hers. Soft. Gentle. Guarded. Again, Tavin had surprised her. Again, she had been proved wrong. How many more tricks did Tavin up his sleeves? How much had Andrea falsely accused him of being? Andrea was afraid to learn the answer. Her mind was whirring too fast to process much. The way he assured her his words were true was exactly what she needed to hear in her rejected state. His hands worked their way into the depths of her dark locks, too. She secretly loved when people played with her hair. Then again, what girl didn't? Dale. Danny. Tavin. There were probably so many more people she'd be trampled over because she couldn't learn how to stick up for herself. Drea respected herself, but she was a pushover by nature. Saying no wasn't done without difficulty. Tavin was nothing more than a friend. He couldn't be anything more. He'd complicate her ruined thoughts more than they already were. Most of all, she was sure he'd leave her broken in pieces. "Um," she murmured, recognizing the distance between their faces. His hand was lodged in her hair still. She didn't mind. She should, but she didn't. "It's getting late..." What was she saying? What was she doing? "It's probably way passed my bedtime." She could feel his breath on her face. The scent of his cologne wafted into her nostrils. Somehow (she wasn't sure if it'd been on his accord or hers), their lips were introduced once again. Andrea's eyes were closed. Her breath was far gone. So many words flashed through her mind. Of them, there was one that was the most prominent, the most intimidating. More. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 510   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes oh gahh ;_;[/style]

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]I I'VE NEVER SAY NEVER, I WILL FIGHT TIL FOREVER[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]WHENEVER YOU KNOCK ME DOWN I WILL NOT STAY ON THE GROUND[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] One thing was for certain, he'd grown fond of Andrea, and as much as he'd like to say that she was just his next conquest, the chase that she'd forced him to run, felt more like a marathon than any simple race. The finish line seemed like it was stretching further and further into the future, and his legs felt like they were about to give out at any moment, but his heart pressed him forward. It had always been a plan of his to never say he loved anyone other than his friends and family, and thus far he'd done a very good job of keeping the opposite sex at arms length away. He'd had numerous one night stands and even more hit and runs. He hadn't been the generous type when it came to women, in his mind he had done them all a favor. Why would anyone want to be attached to someone that could have been born with the short straw? Looking down at her doe eyes, he couldn't help but feel captivated, how could anyone want to go out of their way to hurt her? She was so soft and fragile. This far, he'd always handled her with care, always finding himself feeling nervous when he was around her, carefully picking and choosing his words like he'd never done before. After the hit and miss at the beach, he'd tried to take a different approach when it came to her, the cheesy pick up lines and thick confidence had been batted away like a fly, and she'd remained uninterested in him, he was her friend. Not the kinda place he'd wanted to put his foot, but what hurt in his gut was that he was confused about what he really wanted to be. What part of being her friend had bothered him so much? Her soft skin gracing his skin, he closed his eyes, it was that he wasn't sure if he could just walk away from her, in the end, he wasn't sure he could just take off without a backward glance. She'd grown to mean something to him, and he wasn't sure if he could continue on living without having her with him, along side him. His other half. His stomach turned, it wasn't a comfortable feeling to realize that this life goal was following apart, the nails of her much needed affections digging holes in him as thoughts crossed his mind. How could he let this happen, his mind raced, but then seconds later, how could he not let her in? She was the bread to his butter, he just wasn't ready to admit that he was crazy about her, not yet.. he vowed, but then he wondered if he could ever verbally make any such statement, it was to real. His lips were on hers, and she pulled back, breaking their kiss, he wasn't ready. He felt like he'd dived into a sea of jello and he'd been yanked out before he was able to eat his way out on his own. His eyes were on her eyes, the way she moved them side to side, to take in each of his with hers. He liked the way she paid attention to detail, the way he did. She spoke, and he felt the words go into his ears, without actually hearing what she said, only seconds later did he realize that she was trying to find a way to kick him out, to toss him out on his ass, maybe he'd kissed her too soon, but if that was the case, wouldn't she have put distance between them? She hadn't. He raised an eyebrow, "You are too old for a bed time." he whispered, his eyes pleading, he was trying to convince her to let him stay with her, just a little bit longer, he needed this, he needed her, he wanted her too. Seconds later, her lips were on his, it happened so fast, he wasn't sure if he'd imagined it, or if it had actually happened, he closed his eyes, and pulled her toward him, urging her to sit on his lap, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands tracing her back, his fingers grasping her for dear life, as he deepened their kiss, he let his tongue slide across her lips, something about her wanted more and more of her. He was feeling the heat of his body mix with hers, he wasn't sure if he could stop. He wasn't the type of let anything stop when he was on a mission but he wanted for her sake, to be a gentlemen, and let her be the one to decide. What was happening to him? [/style]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]Andrea knew her limits. She wouldn't go any farther than she was willing. When her time with Dale grew steamy, she had gone and toned things down before she went too far. Drea really knew little about sexual intercourse. Basic sex-ed told her about sexually transmitted diseases, how pregnancies are conceived, and so on and so forth. Knowledge did little to scare teenagers into abstinence. Andrea had been spooked by the possibilities, but she had no interest in forfeiting her innocence anyway. Her objections towards intimacy were evolving, however. Touch was sensitive, fire on her skin. Kisses were toxins absorbed by her neglected hormones. Sitting with Tavin was becoming something else. The darkness of the living room was interrupted by nothing but the dim light radiating from the kitchen. That probably didn't lessen the mood any. Andrea bit her lip. Tavin was so close. The butterflies in her stomach were hyperactive. Andrea knew she'd given up her right to lead Tavin out the door by deepening their kiss. He responded to her action accordingly, and although she'd never admit it to anyone, the kiss was pleasant. Tantalizing, actually. Deep down, Andrea knew how disappointed her mother would be if she saw her daughter now. Anna was severely displeased when she'd caught Drea merely kissing a boy during her sophomore year. This was the same woman that prayed for grandchildren in the near future yet wasn't ready to see Andrea give up her name. Well, gee, what did her mother expect? Andrea shook the thoughts away with little difficulty. Her lungs screamed for a proper breath of fresh air as she fell deeper and deeper into Tavin's touch. His fingers were like electricity over her purple t-shirt. Naturally, Andrea was a push-over. Instead of taking charge of basically anything, she allowed others to lead. The same rules applied for here and now. Tavin pulled her closer, and she obliged. Their kiss was broken for the time being. Andrea took the break situate herself on the couch. Their bodies were separate for the most part. Coming onto him was a little too forward for her tastes. She was passive, requiring a little nudge here and there. She'd only made out with someone a number of times. She could probably count the instances on one hand. Some found her innocence degrading. Others respected her. Andrea felt insecure about her abilities because no one could be taught how to be sexy, so to speak. It was learned through experience. Now, she knew that she was over-thinking basically everything. Her mind was going into overdrive. She was obviously attracted to Tavin, though she wasn't sure to what degree. Her last relationship malfunctions were beginning to make her see the light. They were too young to love, and Tavin was a year younger than her. She ran her hand through his coffee locks. As they kissed, Andrea's confidence-- and enthusiasm-- increased. The disturbing thoughts that typically held her at arm's length were beginning to recede into a cloud of new thoughts, thoughts she wasn't accustomed to. Her confidence slowly boiled under her skin. There was enough courage in her to follow through with something Tavin obviously wanted. She swung one leg over Tavin's sitting body, crawling into his lap. Her hand traced his face as they continued to kiss. Andrea vocalized an involuntary sigh.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 557   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes it's getting hot in hurr.[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]I I'VE NEVER SAY NEVER, I WILL FIGHT TIL FOREVER[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]WHENEVER YOU KNOCK ME DOWN I WILL NOT STAY ON THE GROUND[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] The room spun, and his heart raced. He had never actually experienced what the feeling of losing his breath before, he'd never actually felt it, but he'd heard about it, his mother often said that when she first dated his father that the number one thing that made her feel like he was the one was the way that he kissed her. The way that she felt like his lips on hers wasn't enough. He often wondered if she and the rest of the world had fabricated the whole thing. But as his lips were rubbing against hers, they were attached at the lips, his tongue teasing hers, exploring her mouth, as he's fingers snatched and grasped the back of her, the feeling he felt exploding as she slipped her leg over the side of him, a leg on each of him, he felt the weight of her body pushing him to earth, keeping him grounded. But naturally he wanted to fly to the clouds. He felt his fingers find the bare skin of her lower back, as she sighed into his lips. This was the turning point, he thought. This was the point of no return. He wasn't going to be able to stop himself, and it seemed only rational that she would want the same thing as him, as his hands slid up her back, her skin so soft on his finger tips, the warmth on his palms, he was breathing heavily, as his lips broke from hers, passionately putting his face into her neck, kissing, and licking down her neck, before looking into her eyes, his fingers finding the hem of her shirt, and giving it a little tug, as he suggested she should take it off. He knew that he was moving forward, and he also knew that if it was too much she would stop him, but his devious smile on his lips, he was hungry for her, starving even. With her skin against his hands, he tugged off his shirt in one graceful flowing movement throwing his shirt off to the side. They were as reviled as they were at the beach together, but some how he knew the weight of the difference. He'd never wanted a girl as much as he wanted Andrea. She was beautiful to him, right down to every last eyelash that surrounded her chocolate almond shaped eyes. He took a moment to take in the look of her as she sat in his lap, facing him, leg on each side of him, he pulled her closer to him, his hands on either side of her face, cupping it, as he brought his lips to her, lightly kissing her, before murmuring, "You are so beautiful," his eyes were looking into hers, he felt like he could see her soul, how quiet and shy she was. He felt the heat coming from between them. It wasn't just coming from him, he wondered if at this point, she could stop her self, even as they still weren't much more than strangers, only meeting once and talking a few times. As if she was light as air, he picked her up, and sat her in the couch on her back as he laid on top of her, his body finding itself sliding between her legs once more, he put most of his weight upon elbows and knees, he teased her, slowly going in for a kiss. He's stomach ached. He felt like if he didn't stay here with her right here and now, he'd always feel that pain, the pain that only she could take away. Even as he controlled each step that they took, and she followed along shyly as if unsure what he wanted from her, he felt like she was controlling him, he was acting uncharacteristically like a gentlemen, going slow with her. Any other girl he'd have ripped her pants off and and they'd be going at it, with the heat of the moment so strong, how had he kept his head so long? "Tell me what you want." he whispered, his lips dangling over her ear. [/style]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]Quite literally, Andrea had never wanted someone more than her body yearned for Tavin at that day and age. Everything within her being urged her to trudge forward, go along with his touch, and allow him to explore her so hungry. That is, every part of her other than her guilty conscience. The twenty year old felt secure in Tavin's arms. Acting on infatuation was a dangerous business, Andrea knew. Schuyler was constantly pounded by the harsh realities of life whenever she decided to drop her panties for just anyone. For so long, Andrea had executed her right to look down on Schuyler's life decisions. Now, she wasn't any better. In fact, she was slowly falling below Schuyler in terms of class. Andrea didn't care. She'd care later on when the deed was done, but right now, she was too caught up in the moment to think her actions through. Their time was quickly escalating passed anything she and Dale had ever tried. Dale had been the last person she did any sort of making out with. She didn't count Danny since their kiss had been in a public setting. His hands were caressing her back, slowly dipping lower, finding the hem of her shirt. She released a gasp as his cold hands made contact with her back. Chills rushed through every molecule of her body. His actions motivated her forward, the adrenaline pumping through her veins gobbling up the thrill of doing something "against the rules." Their breaths were all that could be heard in the quiet room. Tavin broke their kiss and moved to her neck, kissing, licking, pleasing. Andrea's stomach tensed, and she whimpered. He was driving her crazy. Each move left her pining for more. At this point, the thoughts racing in her head weren't hers. She wasn't sure if she recognized the person she was becoming tonight. Tavin made her feel wanted when Danny didn't, even if his way of showing it wasn't very fairytale-ending material. YOLO, that's what this was. Some crazy, messed up instance of YOLO. Tavin tugged the piece of fabric, as if to say "take it off," but Andrea wasn't ready to expose her bare skin. Not quite. She took one hand from his face, moved his hand above the fabric once more, all the while never breaking their kiss. Tavin shed his shirt fluidly. He was obviously much more experienced than she was, and Andrea was surprisingly grateful for that. She had no idea what to do in terms of foreplay. She had little knowledge about anything other than the cubed roots of mathematical numbers, the war of 1812, and anything else a textbook can teach. She was book smart. Street smart, not so much, which was ironic considering she'd lived on the streets for a small portion of her life. Andrea took advantage of the new playing field for her hands to explore. His abdominal muscles were refined despite his slender figure. He'd been dazzled by his body on the beach, but their value had inevitably shot up with the dim light of the kitchen casting her shadow over him. She looked into his honey eyes, lost without a map. For the briefest moment, she thought she fell in love with him. His proclamation of her beauty only strengthened the thought before her mind grew quiet with another slow, passionate kiss. She didn't trust herself to say anything sane. How had Tavin succeeded in corralling her into this intimate scene? Why had he been the one to convince her to let her guard down? And then, he picked her up. She wasn't in his arms long before her back touched down on the couch. He crawled on top of her, she gave him room to settle. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. "Tell me what you want," Tavin whispered. A Civil War broke out between her conscience and the rest of her. Her lips grazed his lips when the latter won over her better judgment. She propped herself on one elbow, slowly detracting herself out from under Tavin's weight. Whereas one might think she was backing out of it all, she was really doing the opposite. She was taking a chance, leading him. One hand found his, the other caressed his face. She kissed him briefly before making her way down the hall towards her bedroom. She had a comical amount of difficulty opening the bedroom door engaging in a fiery kiss. Her bed was only a couple paces into her bedroom, so she lightly shoved Tavin down and continued to kiss him. His top lip, bottom lip, and jaw. Never had Andrea felt more desirable.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 778   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes / fans self. they're so hot. xD[/style]

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]I I'VE NEVER SAY NEVER, I WILL FIGHT TIL FOREVER[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]WHENEVER YOU KNOCK ME DOWN I WILL NOT STAY ON THE GROUND[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] To be fair, Tavin J had never been good about committing to anything for long, he'd been jumping around for most of his life. His family and a handful of his friends had stuck through him from the beginning to the end. Roles were thankfully no longer than a few months worth of shooting, he couldn't find himself sitting still when bigger ideas were staring him down. That was why one stands were so favorable for him, he didn't have to feel like he was being tied down and his freedoms being pulled right out of him. The only thing he'd found commitment to so far was the decision to be uncountable. That is the exact reason that as his lips were smooching against her plump ones, he felt a tug. It was more than just a shift in sitting to laying on top of her, but a shift for him inside. I care," he thought, moments after he'd whispered in her ear, his lip gracing her ear lope, gently, so delicately, like smelling a rose. She wiggled out of his grasp, caressing his cheek with her olive hand, as if reassuring him that it was not quite over for them, her hand finding his, her touch so soft and warm, like butterfly kisses, without much of an effort, he allowed her to lead as she pulled him off the couch, his momentary confusion, quickly shook off, as her lips were back on his, as they danced in a circular motion, nearly the same height, her nose fit perfectly against his, bumping and grinding against each other, as they took turns changing angles of their faces. They weren't kissing like high school kids did secretly and with guilt while their parents were out of the house, their lips slipped together like a couple would on their wedding night, tenderly and as if rehearsed to perfection. He had to admit that though he was well above admitting to being experienced, he found himself feeling the anxiety of his first time. Their body's bumped off the walls of a hallway, as they worked their way towards the door. Her back against the door, she fidgeted with the door knob, and he smiled into their kiss, as his hands too found it, wiggling the door till it flew ajar. He found himself ignoring the blindness he felt as they were welcomed by the room she had guided them too. He leaned down, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist, as he felt her lean into him pushing him backwards, his body bounced upon hitting the bed underneath, her body jolted with him, her mouth finding his, top, bottom, chin, jaw, even his neck as she searched him, like she'd done this with him a thousand times. He felt his hands find the hem of her shirt, and again he gave it a little tug, "Please." he groaned to her, breathlessly, the plead in his voice, as if he was despite to feel her bare skin on his, feeling their stomach's flesh touch. He felt like he couldn't go another moment without that sensation. Like his skin was on fire, and only the touch of her direct skin contact would sooth the paint that was washing over him. He needed it, he wanted it, had to have it. He felt her touch so light, and he wanted to push her forward, he wanted to experience everything with her, he wanted to keep every second fresh as the one before it. He hoped that he never lost the desire to please her, tease her even. He couldn't believe he'd been so lucky to be positioned directly below her, her straddling him like a horse, she was so beautiful, even in the dark, with the dim light coming from the window, he had memorized every last detail of her face, he didn't need to see it to know that she was gleaming as much as usual. He let out a sigh as her lips caressed his neck, energy flowing through his body as he felt his hips begin to slowly rotate. If every other time he'd been with a girl was sex, than this must be what it felt like to want to make love to someone. He groaned, pulling her closer to him, his hands finding her back side, grasping, getting a good hold on it, had he seen himself doing these thing with her the moment he saw her at the beach, sure, but did he think it would feel quite like this? Never. [/style]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]Bold. Suicidal. Insane. These were a few of the words that Andrea could use to describe her behaviors now. She was being bold because intimacy wasn't her forte, and suicidal was fitting because her mother would completely wig out if she knew. Insane, well, that went along with every conscious thought that had crossed her mind when her rendezvous with Tavin began. She barely knew the guy. All she really knew was that he obviously had a lot of money to afford the car he owned among other material facts. Point being, Andrea really had no indication of who Tavin J. Fox truly was. For all she knew, he could be some desperate little boy posing as a gentleman, at least for the night. Why, then, did she continue to kiss him as passionately as she was? Why was it that she couldn't say no to his touch? The hallway was a brutal task for them to overcome. Kissing and navigating her feet were two actions she would never, ever try to accomplish again. She bumped the narrow passageway and then he was against the wall. Their zig-zag motion continued up until the door of her bedroom, the gateway into what Andrea would later consider one of her greatest mistakes. Nevertheless, the door slammed open, maybe a little too eager on Tav's part. She giggled under the kiss, straddling him on her bed. Who ever thought that the saint would tango with the devil on her very own bed? No one would have seen her uncharacteristic decision coming. That's what scared her. Tavin made her want to dip her pool into wonders she had never even considered to think about, much less try. Now, here she was, applying kiss after kiss on a boy's bare neck, starving for his touch, his skin, his lips. Once more, Tavin began toying with her shirt. The boy was adamant. Andrea followed through with his wishes. His gentle pleading definitely tugged at her heartstrings. She sat back for a split moment, utilizing both hands to grab the purple fabric and throw it over her head. She'd never stripped for anyone before. Doing so made her sheepish. Only in her bra and jeans now, Tavin could see her flat stomach in the dim light. She couldn't imagine what thoughts he had running through his mind. She wasn't sure she wanted to. That familiar wave of insecurity rolled over her. She leaned into his figure after tucking her black hair behind her ear. Her lips leaned in slow, kissing him on the lips. Her teeth teased them. Their dance was somewhat natural, much to Andrea's surprise. Their active bodies together were beginning to heat up the room. Maybe she was the only one with what felt like a fever burning her up. Her breaths were coming out quick. The tight skinny jeans that hugged her legs were nothing less than annoying. She snapped the button free. The small move helped. She was no longer suffocating. Andrea rolled onto her side to give Tavin the upperhand. She was content laying beneath him, the cold of her bed heaven on her inferno-stricken skin. "I want you," she blurted, smitten by him. She hadn't meant to vocalize her private thoughts. In fact, she felt embarrassed by her sudden outburst. "In a totally... appropriate..." she dragged her hand through his hair. "Kind of... way." Smitten. Her lips found his neck first and then lips once again. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 579   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes ;D ;D ;D [/style]

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;]I I'VE NEVER SAY NEVER, I WILL FIGHT TIL FOREVER[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]WHENEVER YOU KNOCK ME DOWN I WILL NOT STAY ON THE GROUND[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] Powerful threads of heat stroked through him, as she pulled her shirt off over her head, her bra was the only thing that remained. She slowly rolled down, her lips finding his without struggle; he let out a rhythmic purr in this throat as his sign of approval. The light nibble on his lip, only made him desire more, he before pulled her upwards, allowing him full access to kiss her neck, working his way to her collarbone, nibbling and sucking at it gently, being a generous lover, letting her feel the surge of pleasure and want, that he was already experiencing. His chops touched her newly exposed flesh, as he’s face touched the strap of her bra and pushed it to the side with his fingertips, allowing it to hang on her shoulder, to graze that too, smiling into her soft skin. He had never allowed this much time to be used as foreplay, he’d typically had a girl naked within moments of a heavy make out scene like this one, but with her, he urged himself to enjoy every passing moment, to take his time with her. He was allowing each step to be taken frivolously, as if asking if everything he did was okay. She was bestriding him, and he wanted the clothing that separated their bodies to be removed, but he didn’t want to be the one to say so, as his fingers ran the length of her back, caressing, pulling, and grasping and heard a light snap, as she wiggled in his lengthy arms and then trundled off of him, laying on her side facing him, and he took the hint, by rolling to mirror her body, his hand holding his head up, he let his fingers run the length of her stomach, tickling her, ”You are so perfect.” he expressed to her, his voice a light whisper, affectionate, bringing his hand to her face, cupping her cheek, before bringing his lips to hers, slowly bringing it back own to her legs, pulling her leg to be brought over his hip, as uncomfortable as the position may be, he liked being positioned between her, being wrapped up by her, to be fully surrounded by everything Andrea. ”I want you.” she said, breaking their kiss, and he found his toothy grin returning, it was the first time she’d ever said anything of the sort to him, she always seemed so uninterested, or tried to play it hard to get, but then she quickly added in a totally appropriate kin of way,” but he only nodded as if to say, I totally believe you. He grasped her butt, pulling her in, giving it a squeeze, ”I want you too.” he whispered into her ear, her black hair casting shadows along her bed spread, ”In a completely inappropriate way.” he teased her, before again nibbling her ear, ”I want you…soo bad.” he said again, groaning, as if it was a pleasure to admit it, instead of a pain. ”Right now, then tomorrow.” he continued as he ran his hand lightly up her back, ”day after that.” he said, his head resting on hers, as he found what he was looking for, he grasped the back of her bra, ”and after that.” he purred, as he hear the click, unsnapping it like he was so well practiced, that he did it day and day out. ”Because girl, you are so amazing..” he ushered, before rolling on top of her, gliding in one swift motion, ”Just let me show you how good this can be.” he vowed. [/style]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]Now that Andrea had laid down the "rules", Tavin seemed to match her wishes accurately. Although they were in her bedroom now, the very place she promised her momma she'd never show any man before first exchanging heart-felt vows, Andrea insisted on taking their time. A rolling sea inside her gut let her know where their actions were leading. The gentle tug removing her shirt only further validated the fact. After tonight, all of Andrea's effort invested into remaining innocent was tossed down the garbage disposal, grounded up and distorted as her mother's face when she eventually figured out. Andrea pushed the thought aside. As the heat escalated, her cast off thoughts slowly rebounded. The guilt. The pressure to please. Infatuation. Everything phased into one, and Drea realized then that she had already made up her mind. After tonight, Tavin Jace Fox would hold something of hers not even Daniel Crawford had. Drea was content with their position. His hands playing her back weren't ignored. In fact, shock after shock roared through her veins as he continued to trace her. For now, the heat was receding. Another opportunity to back out was wasted, fore she didn't roll away. She didn't even object. "You are so perfect," he told her. Perfect. The butterflies in Andrea's stomach were ecstatic, literally bouncing off every wall they came in contact with. Perfect. Tavin never said anything he didn't mean, as long as he was true to his word. The truth was, Tavin made Andrea feel confident. Being with him did leave her invulnerable to his charm, but there was also something about him that made her confident enough to fight back. With Danny, there wasn't anything to that degree. If anything, his close relationship with Jaiden made her feel insecure. The way he'd been able to choose Jaiden over her left an unforgettable mark. Tavin pulled her closer. Andrea gave him the opportunity to mold their time together. He moved her leg to his hip. The straddled position was wide and mildly uncomfortable, but that was quickly disregarded as a smile came to his face. The light was virtually nonexistent in her dark room. Natural moonlight spilled in through her window and lit up his pearly-whites, stunning. "It's true," she breathed; however, her actions contradicted her words entirely. She snapped the button of his own jeans and slowly worked at the zipper. Their climax was coming upon them quickly. Andrea huffed a quiet moan as he grabbed her butt. She'd never imagined herself to be so forthcoming about something like this. Dale sparked her interest, tacit thoughts of Danny prompted curiosity, and now Tavin was completing the task boys of Andrea's past had slowly chiseled at. In the end, Tavin brought home the gold, whereas his "competitors" were given bronze and silver. Right now, Andrea honestly couldn't say she'd rather anyone else. Tavin wanted her. That was probably the most important actuality. Somehow, his lustful words were all that Andrea needed to make their actions seem okay. Their positions rapidly switched. No longer beside her, Tavin was now set on top of her. Words to describe the separate emotions playing inside her weren't available. When he asked her for the chance to show her how good "this" could be, Andrea couldn't find the words to speak. Instead, she spoke through her actions. The rest of their clothing was slowly peeled off their bodies within a blur of tender kisses and stimulating touches. As everything else had been, making love had been slow. Sooner or later, Andrea drifted off to sleep, a tear creating a small track on the plain of her cheek. In the morning, Andrea's eyes fluttered open to find Tavin's face close. The room provided a slight chill, so she pulled the blankets she was laying in higher. Her breath came out soft and slow, rhythmic. Nothing interrupted the quiet slur of her mind because sleep had not yet lifted from her eyelids. Their weight forced her to close them once more. Nevertheless, she was conscious and aware of her surroundings. She could hear Tavin inhale and exhale within his sleep. As even and barely audible as his sleeping breaths were, rocket science wasn't required to realize he'd woken up some time later. "Good morning," Andrea mumbled, eyes remaining closed. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 719   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes and then the morning comes. -sings-[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] Though the nineteen year old, Tavin, was plenty experienced, and tended to move the physical interactions quite quickly, especially when all he’d wanted was to reach a climax. The moment he’d laid eyes on her, so shy and quiet on the beach, he’d come to the conclusion that she was going to be special to him, the one that drove him crazy. The one that that would make him work hard to get what he wanted. He’d just accepted that he was going to have to knock off the other guy in the triangle before he was ever going to be able to hope for her true attention. When she’d called him from the airport for a ride, it had been the first time she’d reached out for him, he’d always been the first to text her, the first to call. He’d always been the one showing her attention, while she batted him away. Their first kiss hadn’t been special and fireworks hadn’t exploded, but the third and hundredth lip lock, had the magic that the first one had lacked. He had felt the electricity shoot through him, shocking his toes his fingers, every hair follicle. The two of them were on the bed, her fingers found his hair skin of his stomach, flat and surprisingly muscular. Her hands ran down his torso, finding his pant waist band, searching for the button, she snapped it, as easily as she’d done to her own, the zipper was next. The guy in him, surged, all the things he’d wanted to do to her was far from G rated. From the point that he’d wiggled out of his pants, and hers were also removed, things began to speed up, he couldn’t believe within 30 minutes from their first kiss, they were going to make love to each other, he had continued to make her special throughout the whole act, giving her everything he had, which he’d always been a selfish lover, giving only enough for him to get what he wanted in the long run, the only one that had managed to be more selfish in that department had been Aalina, who was always so forthcoming in what she wanted, never shy when it came to anything. He wasn’t used to being controlled like she did. It was nice to have feelings spark through him, the feelings that only Andrea could pull out of him. He was definitely discovering these growing feelings for the girl, each movement, making them grow stronger. Feelings he’d never had for anyone before, the very ones he’d done such a good job of avoiding in the past. The weird part was that he wasn’t even feeling the urge to run away from her, he wanted to stay with her. Once they were finished, he laid next to her, his fingers finding her forehead, both of them were covered from head to toe in cold sweat, he let his fingers run through her wet hair, kissing her lightly on her lips, ”Good night beautiful” he whispered. Never before had he actually stayed with a girl after the act was completed. He was always the first to try and run out on them once they fell asleep or sometimes moments later, but he knew he wasn’t going anywhere, he wasn’t going to leave her. As he came to in the morning, his body naked under the blankets and sheets, he laid on his side, his body towards her, his fingers wrapped up in hers, his other arm hung across her torso. He could tell she had been awake first, he wasn’t typically a morning person, and judging by the dim morning light coming through the windows, it had to be before eight. He took a deep breath, his honey eyes fluttering open, her face was the first thing he saw, and he instantly thought, if he woke up to such a sight he could actually become a morning person, but he waved the thought away, scared by it as soon as it crossed by. Why was he thinking of such things, he didn’t know her that well, and they had only known each other for a hand full of days? He lifted his hand from her body, keeping his fingers wrapped up in hers, to whip his eyes, as she spoke, and he smiled, ”Good morning.” he said sleepily. Any other person that woke him so early would be hearing some cue cuss words, but all he felt was joy. She was becoming the person that set him straight, demanded him to get his shit together, without even speaking a word of negatively, he wanted to impress her, was that enough? [/style]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]Waking up with Tavin beside her was bittersweet. Seeing him dormant was something unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She was heavily reminded of London with Dale, waking up beside him after a peaceful night's rest. He'd normally wake up with her close to his bare chest. Laying with Tavin had the same effect times a thousand. She and Dale had never done anything more than cuddle, if that. With Tavin, she'd given herself to him entirely. Beneath the growing regret, shame, and embarrassment, there was also a spark of pleasure and tingles. Tingles. That's the only word that seemed fitting for the constant throb that radiated throughout her body. Her hand was wrapped up in his, and even though she should have pulled away from him, she didn't. Not yet. He was warm. And, just to spike the mood, sunshine hit his golden orbs just right. Brown couldn't describe them accurately. Topaz, maybe. Tavin had eyes of topaz. When he wiped them, Andrea was convinced that she hadn't seen anything more adorable. Drowsy boys definitely topped her list of what she defined as "cute." Tavin just so happened to do a lot of cute things. That's what scared her. If seeing Jaiden and Danny had been a case of the wrong place at the wrong time, what was she supposed to tell Danny? Kissing someone was one thing. Forfeiting her virginity because of a kiss was a whole different story. "Good morning," Tavin replied, his voice interrupting her thoughts. Again, cute. No, not cute. Well, maybe a little... No. Andrea retracted her hand and looked at the time. It was about eight o'clock. Not bad. "Did you sleep okay?" she asked, rolling onto her side to check the floor for something to pull over her bare body. Adrenaline had tied her over until the morning. Their fiery kisses made her lose her acute common sense. Now, laying in bed the next morning, completely naked under a sheet with him also naked was beginning to egg on worrisome thoughts. Luckily, she could just reach her shirt from where she was laying. She did so, turning away from him and letting the sheet fall so that only her back was in view. The shirt was long enough to cover everything that should be, so she turned around to him comfortably. The sheet covered nothing more than her legs. He was probably unclothed still. Andrea highly doubted he'd awakened in the night to pull on pants or anything... Stop. Andrea's thoughts came in a rapid recession of inappropriate and shameful. To be honest, the ragged pattern was beginning to land her an impending headache. Advil, that'd be nice. And food. She was starving. "Are you, um, hungry?" she asked, scratching her forearm nervously. She had no idea how one night stands worked. Previously, she'd been sworn to chastity and all things good. If she were to step into her church that morning, she was convinced she'd burn upon stepping into its holy halls. Besides, she'd be pushing her luck by trying to make morning mass. She wondered how long Tavin would stay. Was breakfast even normal? This was it. Andrea had officially lost her mind.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 536   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes lol awkward drea[/style]