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Post by manu on Jun 5, 2007 6:26:59 GMT 10
Amazing!! Update soon!
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Post by *Natalie* on Jun 6, 2007 5:18:39 GMT 10
Amazing update natalie x
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Post by lubbylover1 on Jun 9, 2007 10:24:48 GMT 10
Amazing updates
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Post by maggie on Jun 9, 2007 15:02:26 GMT 10
"When the future hinges on the next words that are said, don't let logic interfere, believe your heart instead."
Philip Robison His shift ended earlier than hers…a simply scheduling issue that made everything ten times as complicated as he left her with a pointed glance and the few words that spun in her head for the remaining hours. “Come to my place?” She hadn’t answered…hadn’t known how. The morning had been simple, shy smiles and kisses and less-than-accidental contact, but nothing to define them as of yet. Not until now, as he asked her far more than just for her presence, but for acknowledgement that this, indeed, was it, a thing, a fling, something more perhaps, but them, together. Again. And so she’d smiled at him from the corner of her eye and said nothing. Now, from the bottom step of his front stoop, she sucked in air like it could, somehow, accumulate within to form some semblance of understanding as to just what she was about to enter into. Her foot on the first step, and she had her answer. She was about to engage in something that had two possible outcomes, without the slightest trace of middle ground. Either she’d lose the one person she quite possibly felt more connected to than any other in her lifetime, or she’d subject herself to a sort of intimacy that scared the sweet Jesus out of her. He knew more of her secrets than a friend could possibly hope to, half of them unspoken that he’d simply managed to absorb through some sexual osmosis. And he wanted her more than any friend could possible contain, of that, she was sure. They would not slide easily back into the roles of ex-lover that they’d managed before. She would lose him, or she would gain him. Foot on the second step, and she stopped and closed her eyes suddenly, once again sucking in the cold night, desperate for an answer. The pounding in her heart was deafening in the still air around her, and she listened as it screamed and shouted to her all the terrifying things her mind refuted. The third step and fourth were automatic, the fifth numb, and the final, the sixth, insurmountable as she stood, trapped, just below the ledge of it, uncertain, unsure, unwilling to admit how very much she wanted, had always wanted, to climb that last step. Knuckles white on the rail, shivering not from the cold but from the magnanimity of it all, her foot settled on the concrete with a finality that told her all she’d needed to know. She wanted to be here and had for longer than she had known only moments ago. Not simply at the top step to this building, but here, sure of what she felt, sure of where to go. Ready and willing. The elevator was quite possibly the kindest appliance she’d encountered in her lifetime, thoughtlessly whirling her upwards to his door where she hesitated only the slightest as she knocked and the door opened to reveal he’d been waiting. She stood, paralyzed, just at the threshold as he surveyed her as an artist might survey a Renoir, a Degas, with the utmost respect for the beauty beheld. His lips crept into a smile at her wild eyes. “Coming in?” One last breath, this one of wood finish and musty interior and the faintest scent of something roasting in the kitchen, and she gave a small nod and entered that place that had long terrified her to find it welcoming her with open arms.
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Post by manu on Jun 10, 2007 0:12:14 GMT 10
That was so beautiful!!!
Update asap!
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Post by *Natalie* on Jun 10, 2007 3:21:08 GMT 10
This is sooo great natalie xx
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Post by maggie on Jun 12, 2007 13:26:26 GMT 10
“I see dance being used as communication between body and soul, to express what it too deep to find for words.”
~Ruth St. Denis Two days of uninterrupted bliss quieted the whirlwind of objections in her mind. Gentle kisses, warm embraces, lazy mornings, shared smiles…all of it deliciously right as never before. There hadn’t been a night alone since they’d reestablished the status quo, and she had, for her part, no objections. He seemed equally content as he trotted after her like a lovesick puppy on the third night, up the steps of her apartment, into the living room, right up to her where he grasped her from behind and somehow, in that magical way he had, slid her coat off without ever breaking his hold on her. She leaned back into him as though eager to simply melt into and over and around him, hugging him without turning around, eyes closed, reveling. A low chuckle emerged from his throat as he began to sway slowly to some music within that only he heard and which she decided was terribly off-tempo. She spun to inform him as such and threw a wink over one shoulder as she slid a disc into the stereo and sidled up to him, hands firm on his waist. He didn’t have to question who had the lead as she smiled up at him with an affection she hadn’t looked at anyone with in ages. “Let me show you how it’s done.” He grinned and bent to kiss her before murmuring a familiar phrase. “Luka don’t dance.” She purred softly to him as the first rich notes of Ella Fitzgerald’s voice filled the small apartment. “Luka dances if Luka wants to get lucky.” He groaned with the ultimatum, powerless to her at the particular moment. Her hands tightened on his waist as she pressed her torso into him, guiding him with the music. One hand inched up to rest at the nape of his neck, the other twining with his at their side. Her voice was full of a rare calm as she spoke. “I may not be a ballroom sort of girl, but I know how it’s done.” Further words were unnecessary as she guided him with her, in methodical unison as the slowest of dances eliminated the last bit of space between them and a sense of relaxed harmony fell over them both, her face pressing into his rumpled shirt as she breathed in his scent, musk mixed with hospital aromas mixed with something uniquely him that she delighted in after so long without. His thumb caressed the back of her hand as though spelling out words that neither bothered to define. Slowly, he reached their clasped hands down to move the hair from in front of her face, gazing down at her with a placid look filled with an adoration he’d forgotten he was capable of feeling. What her mother had said so long ago about him staring at her when she wasn’t looking had carried through the years. He looked at her now in the same way, a quiet awe. It had once made her squirm, made her blush furiously at the discomfort of being on some pedestal, yet now it made her reach up to bring his face down to meet her in a kiss, warm and sweet as his hold on her waist tightened, bringing her close as though for fear he might lose her again. She couldn’t fight the urge to lean more deeply into him, clinging to his sturdy frame as his tempo slowed and evened to her approval, swaying with the rich notes as her head spun with the feeling of being in this strange place called romance that she’d forgotten she enjoyed.
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Post by rorygilmore on Jun 12, 2007 17:38:33 GMT 10
She purred softly to him as the first rich notes of Ella Fitzgerald’s voice filled the small apartment. “Luka dances if Luka wants to get lucky.”
Nothing better than Ella in the background...I can't stop saying how much I love the way you describe them: This is pure inspiration, maggie; sounds magical...you're definitely going to be one of the best, the best; screenwriter ever. Your style is simply AweSomE... and addictive..and how can I say it? 'gets' deeply into the heart.
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Post by smile90 on Jun 12, 2007 22:04:29 GMT 10
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I'm lost for words!
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Post by *Natalie* on Jun 13, 2007 23:16:37 GMT 10
Great update natalie xx
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Post by maggie on Jun 15, 2007 6:09:58 GMT 10
“I only wish that you were here, you know I’m seeing it so clear, I’ve been afraid...to show you how I really feel, admit to some of those bad mistakes I’ve made. And if you want it, come and get it, for cryin’ out loud. The love that I was givin’ you was never in doubt. Let go of your heart, let go of your head, and feel it now.” ~ David Gray, “Babylon” What was it that had kept her from this for so long? It was a question that had echoed in her mind every second since that first delicious kiss. It had felt so right, so damned perfect, as though this was the thing she’d been unconsciously waiting on for years. She remembered those moments, barely even aware of them, in which she’d had a flash of regret for ever losing him, a moment of “what-if”, an urge to grab onto him and never let go, and still, she hadn’t. No relationship had ever felt so thoroughly right to her as this. Every smile cast from across the room at her sent shivers up her spine, the realization sinking in yet again that this was something. Something unlike anything. The fear that usually accompanied a relationship was almost entirely absent, every doubt swept from her mind at the thought that caught up to her every minute of the day that she was falling faster than ever before, no less for someone whom she cared for and trusted and understood in ways she’d never felt with anyone else. That was her singular fear – that this was intensely, positively, absolutely the first time in as long as she could remember that a future lingered just in front of her to accompany the past that usually was her downfall. That she could see this lasting. That, as much as it terrified her to admit it, she wanted it to. And couldn’t for the life of her understand how she’d put that aside all these years. She didn’t need to ask him that question that would’ve ordinarily nagged at her. He showed her beyond all reason of a doubt. He’d wanted her since that lightheaded, giddy kiss in the ambulance bay and never once stopped. He’d loved her, no less, something she felt but wasn’t ready to acknowledge. Yet everything – every smile she’d missed seeing on his face, every rich, warm laugh she hadn’t heard from him in such quantity and quality, every kiss laced with more sincerity and tenderness than she recalled him capable of – told her. They’d been together a handful of days and already it felt as though they’d spent the past months in such mutual adoration. She’d been afraid, at first, of his gusto, his overwhelming desire to touch her, hold her, be with her at every moment, and then came to the gripping realization one evening, on the bottom step of his apartment once again, that she had nowhere to be but in his arms. It had been more of a knee-jerk reaction that she’d begged off spending the night, claiming she had to clean and pay bills, though honestly, she didn’t. He’d watched her go, standing at the door as though someone had just slapped him across the face, unwilling to let her go and yet unwilling to argue. She’d made it as far as the bottom step before it dawned on her that she’d been a complete idiot. And so she’d turned, hurried up the steps, up the elevator, to knock gingerly on his door to find him grinning madly, lift her from the waist to bring her inside, not even bothering to ask if she’d perhaps just forgotten something before his foot slammed the door shut and she was being pulled down onto the couch under assault from his lips, oozing happily into his arms, there of her own want and her own accord and her own realization that she didn’t want to leave anytime in the foreseeable future, fears and insticts and doubt be damned.
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Post by Ergirl on Jun 15, 2007 7:17:04 GMT 10
Your writing is just incredible...so beautifully written and with such amazing feeling in every line. xxxxxx
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Post by manu on Jun 15, 2007 23:35:25 GMT 10
I don't know what to say!
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Post by rangooner on Jun 16, 2007 0:59:12 GMT 10
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Post by Ali (lubylover912) on Jun 16, 2007 3:00:58 GMT 10
so beautiful!! hey thats an idina menzel song but anyway, i can not wait for the next update!! this is amazing!
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