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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 13, 2012 1:33:14 GMT -5
Anthony listened to Pixel speak. He liked the way she was holding on to him. He wished things could be like this all the time. He wished, she was his. And that their families could just .. get along. But he knew the chances of that ever happening were like zero. So this engagement she spoke of the other night, it was an arranged marriage. He could understand where she was coming from on this one. And he'd met this James guy once or twice and to be honest and putting that he worked for the Conner's aside .. he didn't like the guy either.
He was silent for a few moments after Pixel stopped talking. He was trying to come up with something for her to tell him. She sounded like she was at least trying to be nice. Which was more than he'd ever do in a situation like that. He'd just be like bitch we're not doing anything together, I'll find someone else to have my children. But Pixel was trying to be nice here. He smiled some while he looked down at what he was doing. "Then tell himmm ..IO mai, mai per avere sesso con voi, pezzo di merda lordo" His smile only grew when the words left his mouth.
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 13, 2012 2:24:09 GMT -5
Pixel waited, and the longer Anthony made her wait the more and more anxious she was getting. She shouldn't have told him all that. He wasn't her concerned boyfriend, he hadn't even asked for any of that. She just needed someone to talk to, someone she could tell all of this to and she couldn't do that to the people closest to, like her aunt, or Joe, or Conner, no one she worked with at all, because she was suppose to be happy about this, she was suppose to be okay with James. Then Anthony was telling her what to say.. and he was saying it.. in another language. In another, sexier language. Such sexy words coming out in his sexy.. sexy voice. So much hotness, she didn't know what to do to with herself. Start something with Anthony, or wait until after he was done cooking? Choices... choices, she wasn't sure which to pick.
So she stood on her tip toes and let the tip of her tongue trail from his ear lobe to the top of his ear. "You know.. you really shouldn't speak such.. sexy languages in your sexy voice around me.." Her hand started moving down his abs, and her fingertips slipped into his sweat pants. "Or maybe you should, it promises you at least another couples hours on another flat surface.." She spoke seductively in his ear, her hand inching closer and closer as she spoke, almost to the thing she really wanted, then when she stopped speaking she pulled her hand out, and stepped away. "Finish cooking so we can.. not eat." She said, smirking and winking at him, then hopped up on the counter again.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 13, 2012 15:05:46 GMT -5
Anthony felt Pixel's tongue around his ear and it sent chills down his body. Good chills. He hadn't expected for his Italian to turn her on. She was Irish, supposed to find anthing Italian gross and such a, well .. such a turn off. But that wasn't the case here. Some how she found everything he did as hot and sexy. Which he couldn't say he minded one single bit. He liked everything about her as well when he knew he shouldn't. Some things you just couldn't help he supposed. This was one of them.
He turned the burner he was using off. Then moved to her. He didn't want to finish cooking anymore. He wanted to go straight to the not eating. Yes that sounded like a much better plan. "By the way that loosely translates as .. I will never ever want to have sex with you, you gross piece of shit" He smiled some. It was a nicer way of saying that. In a language he couldn't understand. And hey if it got him somewhere to speak Italian to her then he would do it all the time.
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 13, 2012 16:30:00 GMT -5
Pixel smiled at she watched Anthony turned off the burner. Unless they were going to eat raw egg, she'd succeeded in turning Anthony on as much as he'd turned her on. Good, she liked that she could do that, because if she couldn't then Anthony would just know one of her vices and then he'd just now how to get it anytime he waited it. Call her up on the phone, whisper a few Italian words in her ear, and she'd be dropping everything to go meet him and fix the urge he flung on her. She smiled at his words. "Mmmm, that's perfect, I'll tell him just that. You'll have to repeat it for me before I leave, so I don't end up saying it ten kinds of wrong.." She said as she leaned in, and began kissing his neck, letting letting her teeth graze his skin or her tongue flick across it every other kiss.
She couldn't decide where she wanted her hands to be first. They started out around his neck when he walked over to her, but they were now slowly running down the soft, tight skin of his chest, then his abs, then around to his back, letting them rest there, then she was kissing over his shoulder and down his chest. She slipped off the counter so she could get to it better. "I would tell you something in Gaelic, but seeing as it's a dead language.. I'll just tell you in English." She smirked against his skin. She kissed up to his ear again. "I don't want to be able to feel my legs when this is over, deal?" Then she was kissing his lips passionately, as her hand slipped into his sweat pants again, this time not stopping. As she did all this.. she ignored the small part of her brain that was telling her she was falling for Anthony, and that everything that was turning her one wasn't just turning her one because of it being hot, she was getting turned on by everything he did because it was a apart of him... and she really liked him.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 14, 2012 0:52:20 GMT -5
Anthony couldn't help but like every single way she touched him. And he'd be more than happy teaching her how to speak Italian if she wanted to learn. He would pretty much do anything for her. He wanted to consider her his friend. Though he wanted her to be more than that but that would never happen. She wasn't even allowed to be his friend. They weren't supposed to even be nice to each other. It was a shame really. They would be pretty hot together if you asked him. He then moved her towards the couch.
-Fade out then in-
Anthony laid on the couch with Pixel on him, his eyes were closed and there was a smile on his face. He really liked being with Pixel. "You know, for being an Irish girl, your pretty good in bed .. or in the case the couch" He laughed a little. Of course he was just joking about the Irish part but he couldn't help himself. What they'd just done was amazing. And he was really starting to fall for her. But .. she was getting married.
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 14, 2012 1:41:24 GMT -5
Pixel giggled softly as they finished, pulling a throw blanket from off the back of Anthony's couch and putting it over them, then wrapping her arms around Anthony and relaxing into his arms. She was pretty sure life like this... just laying around, doing whatever the hell they wanted right after sex, which they would have often, and just.. not caring. Life like that would be amazing if it could just happen all the time. The suckiest part about this whole thing was that when she went home, and she'd have to do that at some point, then.. she was gonna have to pretend like.. She loved her fiance. She just wanted to be with Anthony. Or maybe someone that made her feel the way Anthony made her feel. Not just physically... emotionally.
Then came his crack about her being good in bed for an Irish girl, and she picked her face off Anthony's chest. "Excuse me, Price? I'm pretty sure I can do it better myself than if three Italian girls came in here and had a four-way with you." She grinned, leaning in and kissing his lips softly. Then she pulled away, giggling softly again. "You know.. for an Italian... You surprisingly don't smell." Then Pixel rolled off Anthony, right off the couch and grabbed her robe, tying it around herself, and crawling over to his tv. "You go finish cooking, I'll pick a movie, and this time.." She looked over her shoulder, and winked at him. "Try not to get distracted." She giggled and turned back to finding a movie they could watch and hopefully.. not watch it and go for round three.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 14, 2012 2:25:31 GMT -5
Anthony laughed some and nodded. She was probably right. No girl could ever do what she had just done, twice, even if there was four of them. And that was probably only cause he was falling for her. But he wasn't going to admit that to anyone including himself. He couldn't fall for a Conner. Then came her next comment. "Hey .. we don't smell .. bad .. If anything I think I smell pretty amazing."
He sat up when she got off him and then moved and put his pants back on. Cooking .. Right thats what he was supposed to be doing. He nodded some and disappeared into the kitchen. Soon the place smelled like omlets and he was reappearing with two plates of food and two glasses of milk. Yeah he could have made an awesome waiter. He sat everything down on the coffee table in front of the couch and then pulled a bottle of chocolate that he'd tucked in the side of his pants so they could make chocolate milk .. well if she wanted it that way. "breakfast is served"
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 14, 2012 3:05:34 GMT -5
Pixel turned from popping the movie she'd picked out into the DVD player when Anthony spoke. It had smelled so good it was all she had in her not to run over to the kitchen and start eating it out of was burning hot pan. But her stomach was growling, and her mouth was watering, and as.. temping as that chocolate syrup was to spread over Anthony's chest and abs then lick off.. She needed to eat something before round three and she knew it. So she crawled back over the sofa, sitting in front of it and staring at the omelet. She stopped, put her head down and began whispering. Then she was looking back up, dumping chocolate syrup into her, stirring it with her fork, and after licking the fork clean, digging into her omelet. "Ohmygosh. This is so good. I'd have sex with it if I didn't already have a bed buddy. I'd marry it if I wasn't already getting married. So I guess I'll stick to eating it sadly." She spoke while chewing and shoveling more food in her mouth. They were.. strictly sex, right? So she didn't have to ate proper in front of him.. it was just sex. "I picked an action movie.. It had an explosion on the front cover." She shrugged, and kept eating. Man.. Anthony was a jack of all trades. Amazing sex and amazing food? She'd marry him in a heartbeat if she ever got the chance.
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