exactly where you like me

[hannah4]

Greg couldn't describe how happy he was to be in the hotel room. After the fight about feeding the fish on the airplane, which escalated to him having a small penis and her having small boobs, he was pretty much done with violence. His goal had been to not fight during this trip, but he knew it was impossible and would happen anyway. As much as he enjoyed the childish bickering, there came a point when he got tired of it and he was nearing that point. That's usually when their "on time" ended and became "off time". He dropped his stuff and hers onto the ground before he immediately flopped face first onto the hotel bed. He bounced a couple times and settled into the fluffy comforter, his face somewhere in the mess of pillows. Okay, this was heaven. He couldn't even imagine fucking on it, it was so nice. He recalled her talking about it before leaving, how they were so nice, and he had to agree. He almost just wanted this one to himself, especially since he knew she'd be sleeping past noon and he'd be up hours before that. She always threw a fit if he accidentally woke her up before she was ready to get up, which was a little ridiculous in his eyes. Sometimes he did it just to piss her off.

He toed the shoes off his feet and heard them drop onto the floor while his face was still buried in the bed. Jet lag was terrible. At this point, he was too tired to even think about having sex. He just wanted to pass out. Actually, he'd probably sleep just as late as her. He groaned from where he was, and it came out muffled because of the pillows. "Light," he grunted, making a flapping motion toward the lamp that was emitting light in the corner of the room. He obviously wanted her to turn it off, if she could even understand what he was saying. He didn't even plan on changing out of his clothes, though he knew he was going to have to move considering he was taking up the entire bed, arms and legs sprawled out over the entire width.

Finally he got the motivation to flip over onto his back, where he stuffed a pillow under his head. He watched as she went into the bathroom, and he slipped off his jeans. "Stop it, come here," he whined, giving her the grabby hands from his position on the bed. He was so out of it he kind of just wanted to spoon her a little and fall asleep. That was rare, considering he always boasted he'd have sex even when he was a zombie, which might have been proven by some of the times he came home late, drunk, and pretty dead-looking.

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aye babay, all FAIL words are for desi (jen). they're in chicago, illinois

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[desiree]

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desiree was done fighting, for once. she no longer wanted to push the boy's buttons, not after the fight on the plane. she was hurt, there was no doubt about that, but she shouldn't be. she said some things that were just as mean to him, but her reasoning was this what she said was obviously false. he could take a gander at his dick and figure out that she was obviously making a joke. on the other hand, she could look at her own chest and agree with everything he said. though she must be hitting a late growth spurt or something because they are actually starting to fucking grow again, which she was happy about. that was actually probably because, as much as she didn't want to admit it she was putting on some weight. it was probably all of that cake that she had been eating. greg told her to stop, but she didn't want to and liked to think it all only went to her ass, which was just where most of it went.

desiree was never good in awkward situations. she didn't like the whole plane ride there because it was so quiet and she didn't know what to say because she could only think of what had been said. but they were in the hotel room now and she was ready for the comfy bed. she giggled softly when she flopped on the bed and she headed into the bathroom to check out the mirror, to see how bad the plane had been to her when she heard him tell her to come out there. she slid the shorts she had put on off and walked back out there. she figured he wasn't going to argue since they were obviously just going to stay in the hotel room and sleep the night away. this might even be the first time that they would be in a bed and go to bed without having sex. there really is a first time for everything, isn't there?

she heard his call and walked out of the bathroom with a smile. she walked over to the light that he had been clawing at for a while and turned it off before walking to the other side of the bed and crawling in. "Oh i just fucking jizzed. Love these beds." She giggled softly and snuggled into his arms before kissing him softly. this was the part of their relationship that she liked so much. she just wanted these kind of moments to be in equal amount to all of the fights they had. she laid, facing him with her hands on his chest and pecked a kiss against his lips, still grinning. "take those pants off before you sleep. it's uncomfortable for both of us." she wasn't complaining, either, just talking really.

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lyrics • hello mexico by sparks the rescue
outfit • here!
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[hannah4]

It never occurred to Greg that he said anything to actually hurt her. She was a tough mother fucker and always seemed to deal with whatever insult he dished out. He knew she was sensitive about her appearance, but he teased her about her small boobs all the time. It wasn't an insult, just something he could joke around about. In all honesty, he was an ass guy, so the size of her chest never really bothered him all that much. They were enough to grab and that's all he was looking for. Of course, even if he had known he actually hurt her feelings, he wouldn't have apologized. At the time, he was appalled at the way she criticized him, but he'd already literally forgotten about it. She teased him about it enough for him to know it wasn't true, and for him to get over it pretty quickly. Initially it still made him get pretty defensive, what guy wouldn't it?

He watched her walk out, having removed the shorts. He didn't give a fuck anymore, even if they were going out he probably would have just let her get away with it. Of course he'd be attached to her side the entire time, at least one arm around her. He was a possessive guy, and was that way with any girl he ended up with. Not because he wanted to keep them around because they were too good or anything, but simply because he was kind of selfish. He smiled groggily, watching her walk over to turn the lamp off. He was enjoying the view, and was glad he'd put up the fight to get her to put on pants, considering he was getting a really nice view of her entire butt right now. He'd managed to slip off the comforter, pulling it down before she got in the bed. His eyes were shut when she finally did join him there, and he couldn't help but laugh at what she said. She wasn't kidding - she really did like these beds.

Greg didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her. This was probably what kept them together as long as they were ever together, the fact that they could both go to bed happy no matter how much they fought that day. He could only remember a couple nights where he went to bed particularly angry. Usually, sex took care of their sour moods, but it seemed they were both just worn out enough to put their flaws aside for a while. He didn't mind this cuddly stuff, but he had to admit he couldn't do it for very long or very often. He had to be pretty tired to actually enjoy it, but he put up with it since she liked it so much. He chuckled a little as she cuddled more tightly into his arms, and he allowed it, returning the little kisses she was planting on his face just because he could with minimal effort. At her request, he groaned loudly and buried his face into her neck, where he knew she was ticklish. "Mmmph, you take them off.." he said without emotion or emphasis, though he did start kissing at her neck hungrily. Now that he was close to her, and overwhelmed by her scent, he was changing his mind about that just going to sleep plan. It was starting to seem kind of stupid.

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aye babay, all FAIL words are for desi (jen). they're in chicago, illinois

[/color] and greg is rocking his outfit[/color][/url] as usual. the lyrics are nelly furtado, the image, text, and temp are mine, all mine. and now to johnny with the weather: we need the funk? gotta have that funk?.[/size][/font][/justify]
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[desiree]

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desiree would never let anyone see how much they hurt her. that was why a lot of people thought that they could say just about anything to her. not even greg knew that anything ever got to her. she never was all that bothered for very long, it was usually just the initial hearing of what the person said that upset her so much and she was over it in no time. she didn't want to talk about it because that just made her more upset. so she just never talked about in all seriousness. she did, though, joke about it. whenever people brought up the subject of boobs she would make a joke talking about how she didn't have any and that other people who had a bigger chest should share with those less fortunate, being her, of course. she never let people see how much it really bothered her, though because that would be problematic for her.

desiree was not someone who wanted to talk about serious things. she could joke about anything. she could tell dead baby jokes until the cows came home, but when it came to talking about something serious she didn't want to have anything to do with it. it made her feel too real. feeling real, to her, was just too emotional for her to really handle. she didn't handle emotions well and didn't allow herself to get close to people, which was probably why she was never really dating anything for much longer than she dated greg at a time. that time away that she got from him helped her to keep herself separated from him and allowed her to pull herself together so that she didn't have to get too close to him and he didn't have to see that side of her that she kept hidden from everyone. not even mitchell saw it unless something was really wrong with her. she knew that people didn't like to see that side of people and greg would definitely not want to see her be all wussy and upset about stupid shit, so she knew it was best the way it was now.

desiree giggled when he buried his face in her neck. she raised her shoulder a bit toward her neck as to push him away and stop tickling her. she rolled her eyes playfully when he told her to take them off and went to work unbuttoning and unzipping them and that was when he started kissing a bit more hungrily at her neck. oh god. so much for going to sleep, right? she licked her lips and drug her nails softly up his stomach playfully. she had no problem with this seeing as she, honestly, wasn't all that tired. that was probably because she hadn't really done anything all day but sleep and eat. nothing that really caused her to be sleepy or anything. "mmm, greggg. thought you were sleepy." she had to be a playful tease. she was not someone who was ever going to push him away from her when he wanted something, especially when it was sexual in a damn comfy bed. that was unless she fell asleep or something. that was probable. it was comfortable as fuck.

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word count • fail
lyrics • hello mexico by sparks the rescue
outfit • here!
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[hannah4]

At her giggle, Greg couldn't help but let himself smile a little bit. As much as he wouldn't admit it, he loved the cute little things girls did. While some males found them annoying, he actually secretly enjoyed them. He wouldn't tell her, or any female that. No, it would be too heavy a hit on his man pride. And people already thought he was gay - which drove him up the damn wall. He was obviously not gay, he brought home girls all the time. Just because he liked dancing didn't mean he liked boys, and if people couldn't understand that they were just stupid. It was probably the most sensitive area for him, when people called him gay, or thought he was. In society, it was unacceptable to be that way, or at least in the household in which he was raised. He never had, and would never, like boys. End of discussion.

He felt her try to push him away, but he just dug further, able to overpower her half-shrug. He growled a little as he nipped at her skin, aware she might elbow him in the face if he didn't stop soon. He felt her cold hand at the button on his jeans, just sort of ignoring it for his own sake. At least until she clawed up his stomach. He moaned lightly against her neck, his lips sticking to her skin slightly. He'd already left one hell of a hickey, but it wasn't like he cared. She could cover it up or wear it with pride, though he sort of hoped she would cover it up since hickeys were trashy. They were usually only seen on girls that were too skinny and wanted attention, or trailer trash. Both of which, he hated. Girls who demanded attention got on his nerves, and he really only kept them around long enough to fuck them. After he dumped them or left them, they'd always bitch and whine for way too long, but they were usually pretty hot, so there was a neat compromise in there somewhere, twisted into the inner-workings of the male mind.

There was still half of him that begged him to go to sleep, but the half of him that liked organization and routine caused him to want to get nasty. He was completely torn by it, not that he was actually stopping to really put any sort of thought into it. He simply hummed an, "Mhmmmm," and spread his kisses from her neck down to her shoulders. They were easily accessed since the straps of the tank top she was wearing had fallen down long before. The more he kissed, though, the more obvious it became that the side that wanted him to sleep was going to win since he was already half asleep. Dancing and a four hour flight could really ware a guy out. Besides that he was a little bit of a diva when it came to his sleep. He only required about four or five hours to go full throttle all day, but when those couple hours were cut into, he could be lethal. Like a mother bear separated from her cubs; downright dangerous.

His kisses were getting sloppy and careless. He whimpered very lightly. "Tired.." he mumbled, one arm still around her and the other working through her blonde hair, gently combing through all the little tangles. "Mmmph, sleep." He sure as hell sounded like a zombie. Whether or not he looked like one was up to her.

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aye babay, all FAIL words are for desi (jen). they're in chicago, illinois

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[desiree]

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desiree's most asked question was always why she stayed with greg. well, either that or if she really was how old she was. people couldn't understand why the two wanted to be together when all they did was fight when they were around each other. these moments, like the one they were having now were why. sure, most of the time this led to sex, but there were the moments where they just kissed and fooled around mostly clothed. it was the cutest thing to her and sometimes she decided to be a tease for that very reason. she could drag out the time that they just kissed and held onto each other. she didn't tell him that because she knew he would intentionally sabotage her plans from then on. he already tried to get out of cuddling most of the time, but there was no doubt that desiree could get post-sex greg to do just about anything she wanted him to. that usually wasn't anything other than cuddling until they fell asleep. she'd always hated sleeping along and being able to fall asleep in his arms always held some sort of comfort factor for her. that was why she didn't like waking up alone.

desiree knew that it was not greg's fault that he wasn't there. she knew that she woke up alone because he had to be at work and not because he was leaving her. she didn't know what it was about waking up and going to sleep that made her feel so vulnerable, but it did and it was something that she tried to fight, but she couldn't and it was obvious every time she yelled or bitched at greg because she was unhappy he wasn't there, even if she did know why he wasn't. she used to think it was just beds in general that made her comfortable to a state of emotional openness. that idea was obviously smashed to bits. it was obvious that she spent a lot of her time in beds. now, she wasn't sleeping of course, but you'd think the same thing would apply, but no. sex was something that helped to lock up her emotions and allow her to not think of them, which was something that she very much so enjoyed. it was a contributing factor to why she liked sex so much and gave in to it so readily. she had never been one to put off sex in a relationship, and that, without a doubt, had some complications and led to a very trashed reputation.

greg knew that desiree was very ticklish and not to mention sensitive on her neck. he was using it against her and she was not happy about it. okay that was a lie, she was happy about it. she closed her eyes and smiled, allowing the boy's kisses to travel lower to her shoulder. she could tell and maybe even laughed at a little how sloppy his kisses were getting. it wasn't his sexy sloppy either. no, this was definitely his 'i'm about to pass out on your boob' tired sloppy. he was dead tired and it was adorable. when he started mumbling she giggled again. she moved a pillow so that his head was laying on it. "come on, boo. you just have to wiggle out of those pants and you can sleep." She smiled and pulled her pillow next to his so that she could still sleep in his arms.


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word count • fail
lyrics • hello mexico by sparks the rescue
outfit • here!
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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