COMEBACK SEASON..JED

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i'm a cannibal i eat boys up, you better run - - - - - - - - - - - - - - New York was all too familiar to Bernadette or at least parts of it were. Just a little over a month ago she’d been living there struggling to make a way for herself. Now she was back in the Big Apple once again, this time to shoot scenes for a new television series she would star in that coming fall. Truthfully she didn’t miss the city one bit, but she was at least grateful for the role. If it hadn’t been for Tony she wouldn’t have been able to get either of her television roles. Well of course her talent also played a major part, but Anthony was the one who had the connections and was able to set her up with these opportunities. She’d gotten lucky with One Step Too Far in more ways then one. Not only had that been her first role, and one she’d gotten of her own accord, but her part in the movie was also how she met Tony. It was funny how so much could change in such a short time frame. But then that was the business for you. It accelerated at lightning speed and if you weren’t ready to jump on the bandwagon at a whim’s notice then you would be left in the dust. Bernadette sat in the back of a cab as she cruised through the streets of New York on her way to visit an old friend. She’d be damned if she took the subway. She wasn’t afraid or too prissy for trains. Well maybe she was a little high maintenance for them. But she was tired and she didn’t want to be bothered with the hassle of walking around or being approached by the city creeps. When the cab pulled up in front of the building, Bernadette paid the driver his fare, grabbed her handbag and got out. Her heels clicked clacked over the concrete and went inside the building she once lived in. A comforting familiarity wrapped around her as she made her way up the steps and finally stopped in front of the door that was Jed’s apartment. Bernadette raised her fist to knock, but stopped and rummaged through her black handbag instead. When she withdrew her hand again she was holding a set of keys that dangled from a keyring. When she’d left New York she hadn’t returned her copy of the keys to Jedidiah. At the time it may not have made much sense considering she was relocating to California with no plans of ever moving back to New York permanently. Bernadette hated the city. While she loved urban life, New York was far too north for her just like Canada and Minnesota had been. She needed to be somewhere warm and bright, someplace almost tropical and New York obviously didn’t meet that qualification. But Jed was someone she shared history with, even if their encounters were rather sporadic. Nevertheless she’d developed a soft spot for the man. Or maybe for his money and the things he was willing to do with it. Did it really matter either way? After sifting through the keys Bernadette picked out the right one, stuck it inside the lock and let herself inside. She didn’t give any consideration to the idea that, because this was technically no longer her home, she should’ve called first or given a heads up of some kind before barging into the man’s place. But why would she do that if she had a key? Sure he could’ve had a girl over or been in the shower, but it didn’t matter to her. They had history and it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other naked before. And while some might have felt her current attire was mildly inappropriate, Jedidiah should expect no less from her. So what if her purple bra showed boldly through the slits of her crop top? By day two of living with Jed she’d gotten comfortable enough to walk around the apartment in nothing but her bra and panties. “JJ I’m hooome!” she called out as she closed the door behind her. No answer. Bernadette paused and strained to listen for a response but she was only met with silence. “Oh Jeddy beaar!” she called out again. There was still no answer. Where the hell was that boy? Was he sleeping? Had he gone out somewhere? ”Jed!?” Bijou sighed heavily and went to refrigerator, tossing her purse on the counter as she passed it. She opened the door and peered inside for a moments, shifting around some of the contents before pulling out a jug of cranberry juice. She grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets and moved to the counter to fill the glass with the drink. After placing the juice back inside the fridge, she hopped up onto the counter and dug through her handbag for her phone. With her heeled feet dangling over the edge of the kitchen counter, Bernadette boredly went through her phone as she drank her juice. (FEATURING) JED/cookie (SCRIPT) 836 (WARDROBE) look / shoes (NOTES) this nutcase... TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[Jedidiah Mechad Cayhill, Jr.]

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If We Ever Meet Again

Three scripts were sitting on Jed’s desk while hw sat with one in his hand in his office chair. His manager finally had them sent for him to look through to find a role he’d like to audition for. The roles were small but he didn’t mind. JJ didn’t want his comeback into acting to be a big spectacle. He would audition for the roles just like everyone else and with time the bigger ones would come. It was inevitable that he had to head back to LA at some point for these auditions and probably most of the filming, but he wasn’t likely to show his face around those parts until it was absolutely necessary. Jedidiah didn’t hate Los Angeles but he fit in well there. He was a creative soul that drew his inspirations from his surroundings. LA didn’t do much for him creatively or maybe he hadn’t given it much of a chance. Either way, he’d decided to head back to the northeast and take up residence in his large New York City apartment. At the time, moving out west seemed like the logical things to do. Hollywood was the hub of the film industry. But his life was in New York. Still, he didn’t sell his LA pad, just as he hadn’t sold his place in New York. JJ traveled enough between both coasts to warrant keeping both places.

The last time he’d spent this much time in this place, he had a roommate. Bernadette was quite the character, which made her fun to live with most of the time. They’d met a while back while he was still in Canada and again in New York, developing an interesting relationship along the way. He accepted her proposition on a whim. She needed a place to stay and he had a ton a space (not to mention he could use the company). At the time JJ was doing a lot of writing and recording, so he stayed put in the city of most of the time. Occasionally business would carry him all over the country, but for the most part he was able to call New York home. Right after Bernadette left he embarked on a nationwide tour that had him away from home for a quite some time. Upon his return he settled into his new Los Angeles home. Jedidiah found himself traveling back to New York frequently to keep up with business meetings and spend time with friends. So he moved back. Not to mention he was a lot closer to his mother living in New York.

Though Jedidiah enjoyed his freedom, he was in fact twenty-six years old, he did miss living with his mother and grandmother sometimes. For one, he was definitely better fed when his mom was around. JJ could hold it down in the kitchen, but he didn’t really like cooking for himself. While he lived alone he ate out, ordered in, or had a chef come and cook (if he was feeling fancy). And he surely couldn’t clean the place on his own, especially not with his busy schedule, so he had to hire a house keeper who came three times a week to keep everything tidy. He was blessed to be able to do those things, but he cherished the days when his mom was taking care of him. This was the most time that Jed had spent away from work. He had no scheduled studio time, no interviews, no photoshoots, or concerts. Mechad was on a hiatus while Jedidiah got on his acting grind. Reviewing scripts gave him a lot more free time than he anticipated and the first audition wasn’t for two weeks. In the mean time he was reacquainting himself with the idea of some alone time.

JJ closed to the script he was looking at and rubbed his tired eyes. He’d been reading for the last several hours and all of the words were starting to blend together on the page. A few video games and a hearty sandwich would make for a good break. He put the script on his desk and stood, stretching his limbs before walking into the hallway. Just as he was about to reach into his pocket for his phone he heard a noise coming from his kitchen. The house keeper wasn’t due to come in today. He stood still listening and heard more rummaging. JJ balled up his fists and put them close to his face, just as Tasha had shown him to during their boxing lessons. It appeared as if his training would come in handy today. As he tiptoed down the hall toward the kitchen he made a mental note to look into getting security for outside his door. It wasn’t something that he wanted to do. JJ treasured what little bits of normalcy he had in New York, which was a lot more than he got in LA. But if there was a stalker or thief in his house, something had t be done. Jed rounded the corner with his hands raised only to be met with his petite yet curvy ex-roommate sitting on his kitchen counter. “Bijou?” he said confused. “What in the hell…?!” JJ approached her with a smile, letting his hands fall to his sides. “What are you doing here?” He reached out and wrapped his newly sculpted arms around her tightly. “Wait, how did you even get in? You still have your keys?” JJ shook his head as he looked over her. Some things never changed.

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WORD COUNT 924
OUTFIT CLICK! with light jeans. Without the weird little boy.

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[Jedidiah Mechad Cayhill, Jr.]

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If We Ever Meet Again

Despite previously thinking that he was going to get robbed, seeing Bernadette was a pleasant surprise. It wasn’t a sandwich or a video game session, but he couldn’t have asked for a better distraction from his work. Her timing was impeccable. “Well since you’re here, make me a sandwich!” Jedidiah laughed. “I’m just playin.” He knew better than to actually attempt Bernadette around. No one told her what to do, ever. She exuded the type of power and control that would make other girls tremble. But Jed was intrigued by it. After living with her Jedidiah gathered that she was needy in certain aspects of her life. She liked to be pampered and liked to be on the receiving end of someone’s attention. However, she was extremely independent. Regardless of her habits, JJ knew that Bernadette could hold her own. She liked to be taken care of but wasn’t dependent on it. Jedidiah didn’t mind that about her though. There was a point where he spoiled her, knowing all that he knew, because he cared about her. And if dishing out the cash to buy her a gift or two would put a smile on her face, then he would do it. Jedidiah always spoiled the people that he loved. Though his time in New York with Bernadette was short lived, she’d managed to secure a special place in his heart.

“In the area, huh.” JJ gave her a knowing glance. In the area with the keys she conveniently forgot to leave behind when she moved out. He wasn’t really surprised that she’d kept them. He could envision her traipsing in and out of his place like she’d owned it, just as she did when they were living together. “Well you know, key or no key, my door is always open. It’s good to see you.” Seeing Bernadette pack up and leave for LA was an eye opener for Jed. She had no reservations when it came to going after what she wanted. Bernadette wanted to make a name for herself in Hollywood and she wasn’t about to let anything stop her. She inspired Jed to stop saying ‘what if’ and really make a move to get back into acting. He really missed his time in front of the camera but for a while he’d been holding back, unsure of how he’d be received as an actor after a successful recording career. Why should anyone take Wheelchair Jimmy seriously? After all, his last prominent role was on a Canadian teen drama. What made him think there was a place for him in Hollywood? Bernadette’s conviction helped him throw caution to the wind and just go for it.

He couldn’t help the grin on his face when Bernadette complimented his new stature. Jedidiah’s weight fluctuated all the time, especially when he was on and off tour. Now that he had the time off he took Tasha’s offer to train him and was really starting to tone up. He was really feeling good about the way he looked and felt, not to mention the extra time he got to spend with his good friend. Come to think of it, he had a similar friendship with Bernadette, but the two women couldn’t be any more different. They were both strong, outgoing, and didn’t take shit from anyone. But that was about where their similarities stopped. “Well, you know how I do.” He said while he joking brushed his shoulders off. “You’re looking pretty good yourself.” Jed gave her a once over, taking in her curvy yet tight physique. He shook his head at her outfit, though. It was typical Bijou. Her style over the top, even gaudy, but it was what made it unique. This look was very her.

“Well, I thought I heard a thief. Turns out I was right,” he said as he picked up her glass of juice and took a sip out of it. He would’ve never laid a finger on her though. And as well as he thought he was doing in his boxing training, he wasn’t sure if he was skilled enough just yet to take anyone down, but if put in the position to defend himself, he wouldn’t go down without a fight. Jedidiah positioned himself in front of her knees, placing a hand on the counter on either side of her. “What, you think you could take me?” Despite the fact that he wouldn’t actually fight her, he was confident that Bernadette could give him a run for his money. He’d known her for several years now and if he picked up anything it was that she was not a girl to be messed with.

TAGGED dani gal <3 as this cray cray bitch
NOTES me no like this post. i apologize.
WORD COUNT 780
OUTFIT CLICK! with light jeans. Without the weird little boy.

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But hey it wasn’t like he didn’t have money to blow on eating out. And it definitely wasn’t taking a toll on his body either. Bernadette’s eyes fell to his arms and she bit the inside of her cheek. Gee, she picked a wonderful time to leave didn’t she? Talk about bad timing. Bernadette had to admit even to herself that she missed living in New York even if she wasn’t a big fan of the Big Apple. Why? She’d had it made here. She got to live in a hell of a nice apartment and get treated to good food, comfortable living and regular sex. What more could a girl ask for? Unfortunately the attention hadn’t been enough. She was always hungry and greedy for more, and as the months slipped by she felt her reputation and any chance of fame slipping away with it. Jed didn’t have to worry about that. He already had his music career going for him and he was established. Bernadette wasn’t. While she could’ve very well jumped on the bandwagon and possibly gotten a foot in the door through Jed’s connection, it wasn’t the path she wanted for herself. Rapping was fine for other people, but it was never something she saw herself getting into, not professionally at least. It was more of a joke to her, something she could do when she wanted to goof around and have fun. Her calling, for various reasons, was in acting. So as a fresh face it was important for her to be at the heart of it all. Unfortunately that also meant leaving behind the cushioned life she’d shortly led under Jed’s wing. Taking the keys had been a sort of safety net. If she failed in Los Angeles and ended up on the streets without a job or a shot of luck, she’d always have someplace she could run back to. Or if she needed to pull a favor or two then she would have easy access to one of her many sources. The plan was flawless. Bernadette grinned and shrugged innocently when he saw through her alibi, but she kept her mouth shut. She wasn’t ready to reveal more information to him just yet. Before she showed her hand she always liked to take a peek at what other people’s cards were hiding. Assessing a situation first always told her what information she should or shouldn’t provide, in case she might need to weave up a credible lie later. Couldn’t do that if she babbled away all her business, could she? “Aww you’re such a sweetheart,” she cooed. The word was sour on her tongue, but her smile didn’t waver. “You know I miss my Jeddy poo, I’ve gotta pop back up here and there.” Seeing him ‘dusting off’ his shoulders made Bijou laugh and shake her head, though she knew the compliment wouldn’t go to his head. Jed wasn’t like that. He didn’t hold his accomplishments over other people’s heads and he was a very chill and laid-back guy. Unlike one particular hothead, Datty, and his arrogant friend. Datty was the polar opposite of Jed, but she was drawn to his bad boy attitude just as much as she was drawn to Jed’s affectionate personality. Both men provided some kind of use to her and as long as they could offer her something she wanted she would be sure to keep them both around. In turn, Bijou gave a dramatic flip of her curls when he returned the compliment. As always she was basking in the attention. Chasing the spotlight was something she’d always done from entering the porn industry to connecting with the hottest hip hop stars and bouncing from video to video. So far none of her get-rich-quick schemes seemed to be very effective, but she wouldn’t give up until she found one that did. Bijou rolled her eyes as she watched him drink some of the cranberry juice. Thief? Her? Never. Not by direct methods anyway. A sly smile slid across Bijou’s face and she scooted forward on the counter. “Psh, boy please...” She playfully pushed her fist against his jaw as if she were punching him, but the motion was so light that she knew he would’ve barely felt a thing. She loved sparring with her buddies, but mostly for fun. While Bijou wasn’t afraid to walk into a fight, regardless of who she was up against, it took a lot to get her to that point. It was usually the other person that would start the fight because Bernadette typically sat back and goaded her opponents by laughing at their threats or blowing off their tantrums. Maybe if more people in the world practiced yoga regularly there wouldn’t so much violence. "You wouldn't do anything," she said. Bijou rested her hands on the counter on the inside of Jed's arms and smiled dubiously at him. (FEATURING) JED/cookie (SCRIPT) 957 (WARDROBE) look / shoes (NOTES) weeeird ending TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[Jedidiah Mechad Cayhill, Jr.]

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If We Ever Meet Again

When Jedidiah was just around 14 years old his family lost his father in the attacks on September 11th. He was traveling for business and happened to be working in at the World Trade Center on that day. He never came home. The devastation at the loss of their father and the confusion and fear that followed the attacks rocked the Cayhill family to the core. Jedidiah’s mother fell into a deep depression and for the first time ever, he saw her vulnerable and a bit weak. It was then that he vowed to take care of his mother to the best of his ability, to do whatever he could to protect her and keep her happy, to make her feel strong again. At this point his hunger for success was no longer driven by the desire to be the best alone, but by the desperate need to give his mother the best life that he could. Jedidiah treated his mother like a queen, and after that, it trickled down to every woman in his life that he cared about. Bernadette was no exception. Though they never put a label on whatever it was that they had, he still connected with her in a special way. It meant a lot to him and he expressed that by treating her exceptionally well.

“It’s a shame you didn’t because I’m hungry as a motherfucker.” Jedidiah chuckled as he thought about putting together a simple meal. He could throw something together, but he was no mastermind in the kitchen. It took him a lot of effort to throw together something tasty so usually he didn’t bother trying. But Bernadette cooked her way into Jed’s heart and stomach, just like the saying goes. He missed that for sure. When she wasn’t around he either went out or hired someone to do the cooking for him. In his opinion, it was money well spent and didn’t really put a dent in his wallet. “But maybe it was all your cooking that made me so damn fat. It’s no coincidence that you leave and I get cut.” That wasn’t entirely true. He was definitely a lot more active than he was back then and a lot more health conscious. He still liked to indulge from time to time, but he made the effort to make better food choices now that he was responsible for feeding himself.

Jedidiah hadn’t realized just how much he missed Bernadette until now. She added a spice to his regularly lackluster life. He was grateful for all of his fame and fortune, but there were times when he felt like he was going through the motions. Smiling because he had to, not because he genuinely wanted to. It was safe to say that Bernadette could put a smile on his face and it didn’t take much, what with her feisty attitude and crazy antics. The sex didn’t hurt either. Bernadette knew what the hell she was doing and a lot of the girls Jedidiah had been with could learn a thing or two from her. Whatever her reason for showing up at his place, she was always welcome. “Well I missed you too. It’s really good to see you.” He looked over body once again, cursing silently at how good she looked. Few women these days had a body type like her. She had a slim waist but full hips and a booty he could eat a meal off of. Her breasts were fairly large for a woman as small as she was but it balanced out the features in her lower body. And it didn’t look unnatural the way it did on his labelmate, whom he knew Bernadette hated being compared to.

Tasha had been the focus of a lot of Jedidiah’s attention in recent months, but now that she was taken, by one of his best friends nonetheless, he needed to get his mind right. Feelings for her were wrong and he couldn’t allow them to persist. He wasn’t that kind of guy and definitely not that type of friend. No matter how much he couldn’t help how he felt, he had to fight it. Perhaps Bernadette was just the distraction he needed. A grin slid across his face when he felt her fist on his face. “Oh, so you want to try me?” He gripped spandex clad thighs with his large hands and yanked her forward roughly. “Girl, you know I could have you laid out on your back in a second.” Though the look in his eyes was bold and challenging, fighting would be the farthest thing from his mind.


TAGGED dani gal <3 as this cray cray bitch
NOTES Shorter than I would have liked, but I was starting to repeat a lot of things I said in my last post. And sorry it took forever.
WORD COUNT 763+
OUTFIT CLICK! with light jeans. Without the weird little boy.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] cannibal i eat boys up, you better run - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bernadette’s mouth fell open in amusement. She knew she was a force to be reckoned with in the kitchen, but it wasn’t her fault that Jedidiah could never seem to control his appetite when she placed a plate under his nose. But that was just like a typical man. All of them had holes in the bottom of their stomachs and as long as you provided them with a good meal they were happy. For such possessive creatures, they were surprisingly simple. The exact opposite of their female counterparts who just had to overcomplicate everything. As sad as it was there was no middle ground. “Oh well I guess that must mean you don’t want any of my cooking then. That’s okay I understand. These little ladies are retiring,” she said as she held up her hands before sitting on them. She knew that her “resignation” wouldn’t be accepted so easily, but then she was always one who didn’t mind being fought over, whether it was for her attention or for her food. Whatever the scenario was, she would be on the receiving end of the attention and that was all that mattered. Was she above and beyond instigating two love interests into fighting over her? Certainly not. Drama made the world go ‘round. Or at least made it worth living in. Anyone who knew Bijou knew she was a firm advocate of that motto. When she wasn’t sticking her nose in somebody’s business and twisting someone’s words around, she was making up lies that more often than not made herself look good and everyone else around her seem inferior. Sometimes she wondered if she suffered from sort of mental complex, but whenever she raised the question her psychologist refused to indulge her. Then again she’d only spent six sessions with him so far so it was very possible that while he was blowing her off, he was still analyzing her without her being aware of it. Jedidiah’s comment was received with a satisfied smile, and Bernadette smugly watched him as his eyes trailed over her body. She even opted for planting her hands beside her on the counter and pushing her chest out a little just for kicks. If he wanted to look then she had absolutely no problem granting him that wish. While Bernadette thoroughly enjoyed using Jedidiah for his body and his money, she still enjoyed the rapper’s company. They could talk, laugh, hang out, watch TV, and allover enjoy themselves. On the surface they had a pretty good friendship going. But underneath it all he was no different from any of the men who’d entered, and left, her life. The minute he started showing signs of a deeper attachment or even if she needed to ditch him to get ahead or save her own hide, she wouldn’t hesitate to do so. That was the tricky part about being associated with someone like Bernadette. She was two sides of a coin. She could be your best friend, laugh with you and smile in your face, and have you fooled that two of you were tighter than glue. But on the flip side she could turn in a heartbeat and you wouldn’t know what hit you. There was a very minute number of people she considered close friends, Rae being one of them. Outside of that circle, everyone else was shark bait. A giggle burst from her mouth when she felt herself being pulled forward on the counter and she looped her arms around his neck. “Aw, so someone gets all buff and now he thinks he’s tough,” she said in a low voice, locking her eyes on his. The fervor of his words was flaring up in his eyes, and it fueled the excitement surging through her blood. “You know what they say when you play with fire Jeddy boo...” Bernadette said softly. Hazel eyes peeled away from his and inched down his enticing frame. From lush lips, to broad shoulders, to muscled arms that were even more defined under the sleeves that were fitted snugly around them. With half of a smirk tugging at her lips, Bijou wrapped one leg around his waist and with the other she slowly, and tauntingly, brushed her lower leg against Jed’s thigh. Then she brought her eyes back up to his, her smirk now replaced by a devilish grin. (FEATURING) JED/cookie (SCRIPT) 729 (WARDROBE) look / shoes (NOTES) hm, interesting. i don't think i have much to say. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[Jedidiah Mechad Cayhill, Jr.]

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If We Ever Meet Again

Jedidiah’s respect and appreciation for women was something that was rare in the rap game right now. He’d encountered many women in his twenty-six years of life, learning something new from each of them. It was important for him to have a deeper understanding of women. He didn’t feel like he’d captured it completely just yet but he’d come a lot farther than most men his age. Each woman was different and wanted to be treated as such. There was no formula for treating women well. It was about getting to know her, creating a connection with her, and using the things he learned to keep her happy. It was difficult for most to understand why Jedidiah was still single, what with his charm and understanding of the female psyche. But Jedidiah wasn’t perfect. He could get the women, but he had a problem hanging on to them. All of the relationships he’d been in lacked a particular depth. There was no progression or evolution beyond the romanticism. His partners got bored and left, nine times out of ten.

His most recent failed relationship was with none other than Alexandria Brooks. He’d swept her off her feet years ago at the start of both of their music careers. She was a different girl back then. Things went well for a while but Alex began to grow into a star and started to lose focus and interest in their relationship. She claimed that she needed to focus entirely on her career, that it wasn’t fair to him if she stayed in the relationship. And Jedidiah couldn’t blame her for that. She had an incredible drive and a hunger for success. He didn’t want to be the reason she didn’t achieve her dreams. So she left and his heart was broken. And Jedidiah knew that, beyond the love of her career, Alex left because he couldn’t keep her happy. It took him a long time to be at peace with it all, to accept that she was happier with other people. For a while it hurt to know that someone else could put a smile on her face. But now Jedidiah was focused on himself. For the first time in a while he was making himself a priority. After his tour he took some time to just chill and relax, whether he was at home or vacationing. It was right around then that Bernadette and Tasha came back into his life.

He couldn’t hide the frown that sprung to his face when Bernadette said that she had no intentions of cooking for him anymore. “You sure you don’t want to throw something together for old time’s sake?” He patted his flat, yet growling stomach for effect. As a kid Jedidiah didn’t have to think much about his weight. He was always tall and lanky and had the metabolism of an Olympian. However, no one told him that it would slow down as he got older or how many calories were in white wine spritzers and Hennessy. Slimming down wasn’t easy but he was proud of his accomplishments and wasn’t afraid to show them off. But despite his new physique, he could make room for another one of Bernadette’s meals. Whoever said that a way to man’s heart was through his stomach hit the nail right on the head. It also didn’t hurt that she knew what the hell she was doing in the bedroom or that she was just a pleasure to be around in general.

Bernadette’s giggle put a smile on his face. “Well if you stick around you can find out just how tough I am now.” His large hands slid up her thighs to rest on her hips. Jedidiah didn’t respond to her comment about fire. He may has well have been a pyromaniac because no matter how many times he got burned, he always came back for more. The flames were enticing. She was wrapping herself around him and giving him looks that convinced Jedidiah that he wasn’t going to be getting back to those scripts any time soon. He’d come into the kitchen looking for a break and a snack and got way more than he bargained for. But there was nothing like a little Bijou to satiate his appetite. His hands trailed aimlessly up and down her sides and the rumble of hunger in his stomach was replaced by sizzling desire. “So just how long will you be here for?”

TAGGED dani gal <3 as this cray cray bitch
NOTES bleh. i tried.
WORD COUNT 744
OUTFIT CLICK! with light jeans. Without the weird little boy.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] cannibal i eat boys up, you better run - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Women like Bernadette were the reason why fewer and fewer men seemed to have any respect for women these days. She paraded around in skimpy clothes that left little to the imagination, settled for screwing around with other women’s boyfriends and being the ‘chick on the side’, and she took decent men like Jedidiah and toyed with their emotions, using and abusing them until there was nothing left. Did she care? Not so long as she got something worthy out of it in the long run. In 2012, everyone lived in a dog-eat-dog world where you had to do what you could to get ahead. No one else was guaranteed to be there for you so you had to be there for yourself. That was solely how Bijou operated and her behavior was a clear reflection of her mindset. Should the going get tough she would just pack up her bags and leave. So far she hadn’t been forced to take such extremes before; she was typically careful not to shit where she ate or at least not to backtrack and step in the mess she made. Then again you never knew when you might cross paths with a man vengeful enough to want payback. That was why she typically drifted towards tender souls like Jed. They were easy enough to swoon and manipulate, and when she was done with them she could cast them to the side without having to worry about anyone putting a hit out on her. When it came to the wild ones she had to be more selective of what she tried to get away with. The ones who bit off more than they could chew were always the ones who ended up with a bad case of indigestion. Bernadette laughed and worked her hand under his button down and the white undershirt laying underneath. She pressed her hand over the tight muscles of his abdominals then gave his stomach a firm pat before sliding her hand down the surface, allowing her nails to scrape lightly against his skin on the descent. “I think we can work something out,” she replied as she raised her eyes to meet his gaze. “But only if you help me. I’m not letting you sit on your ass while I pretend to be your housewife.” Housewife. What a strange way to describe herself. Bernadette made a mental note to avoid the word choice in the future. The fingers of her hand caught in the waistband of his jeans and she lightly grazed her knuckles over the surface of his lower abdominals. Just a little light teasing, something that she specialized in and utilized at any chance she got. “I don’t think it’s nothing I can’t handle. Personally I don’t see what the big deal is. You don’t look all that different to me,” she replied teasingly as she lifted her free hand to rest on the side of his neck. It was a lie. In her time away Jedidiah made some pretty visible changes to his physique. Though he’d been far from out of shape before, Jed had since packed on a few extra pounds of muscle. Even if he hadn’t changed much Bernadette still would’ve been all over him. Spending an extended period of time apart had a funny way of fuzzing old memories and blurring away the details. Seeing Jed again was an excellent refresher of exactly how attractive the man looked and his new physique only made him all the more desirable. But she wasn’t going to admit that to him. Not yet anyway. Like a cat that swatted at its prey before going in for the kill, Bijou enjoyed playing games. The only purpose of her comment was to get a reaction out of him. It was always more fun when you attacked a man’s ego because it fed the fire burning inside of him and made him that much more determined to impress you. There was something about getting a man’s blood boiling that was so damned...hot. If Jed was worried about her jetting out on him before they could get any fun in then he didn’t need to worry. She would be stranded in New York for the next few months while she filmed for the new television series Roommates. Sometimes she wondered why she even accepted the role. At the time she hadn’t considered what it would be like having to live in New York for three months, and being away from her psychologist at that. Someday when she had enough money she’d buy him and force him to travel with her. That man had no idea what he was in for. “As long as you want me to be baby,” she cooed salaciously, wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him. It wasn’t quite the truth, but she figured by the time she was set to head back to LA he’d have his fill of her as it was. (FEATURING) JED/cookie (SCRIPT) 835 (WARDROBE) look / shoes (NOTES) i present to thee another 20th post! here comes my new babeh! =D -runs to post app- TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.