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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 14, 2012 3:29:26 GMT -5
"You know.. for all the waiting you made me do.. I expected you to be better... I mean.. you kinda just laid there like a dead fish."
Pixel turned her head to look at her fiance. Then before she knew it she was straddling him, over the covers of course, and punching him repeatedly in the face. "A DEAD FISH? DID YOU JUST COMPARE ME TO A DEAD FISH?" Then blonde screamed, even as her fiance threw her off him, and was jumping out of bed, bleeding everywhere. Pixel got up slipping on a baggy t-shirt that happened to belong to another man. She found one of Jame's shoes and hummed it at him. "MAYBE I WOULD HAVE INTERACTED MORE IF I COULD HAVE FELT IT, NEEDLE DICK. I'M SURPRISED WE EVEN FOUND CONDOMS THAT SMALL. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT." She screamed. James came towards her, but she was by her phone in an instant, pressing a couple buttons. "One more step towards me, mother fucker, and I'll have Joe of here to strangle the life out of you before you can even beg for your life." "Pixel, I-" She then ripped her alarm clock out of the wall, and hummed it at him. "GET OUT!"
Then he was getting all of his things and leaving. Good, cause she'd give Joe the day off, and it would really suck for him to have to drop whatever the hell he was doing and call kill someone for him. That was the thing, though she'd never done it, she knew if she called Joe and went "Joe, I have a problem" and that problem would of course, be a person, Joe would come "fix it". Pixel liked that she had someone to fix things. Right now the only thing she needed fixing was washing nasty ass pervert sweat off her, so she hopped into the boiling hot shower after texting a special someone that she'd be over in twenty.
She of course, spent the whole twenty minutes in the shower scrubbing the first five layers of skin off, and then brushing her teeth until her gums bled. She slipped on a pair of sleep pants and a sweat shirt, over the sexiest panty and bra set she owned, black lace mostly, and the bra had a teal blue bow in the middle, then she shoved things she make want to change into, like extra underwear and a sports bra, into a oversized purse, then she was hightailing it out of her apartment, slamming and locking the door, then she was speeding to the other "forbidden" side of town. It was luckily after dinnertime, so it was dark. She pulled up in front of his penthouse building, then was storming her way there, and once she got to his door she was beating on it. She waited for him to open it, then she storming past him. "HE SAID I WAS BAD AT SEX. He called me a dead fish!" Pixel threw her purse down, and combined it with a foot stomp and folding her arms over her chest, looking down and pouting. "And I'm suppose to marry and love and have kids with him.. Do you know how you make babies? Sex. Which I'm apparently terrible at!" She threw her hands up, then sat down on the steps leading to his room, and continued to pout. It wasn't.. fair.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 15, 2012 21:29:04 GMT -5
Anthony had gotten Pixel's text and obviously beaten her to his place. It was hard meeting her when he was living with Cordelia. Especially when she had it in her head that she needed to take care of him. He shook those thoughts out of his head when he heard a knock at the door. Must be Pixel. When he opened it she stormed passed him and all he could do is stare while she started ranting about her being bad at sex?. He gave the door a slight push and let it close while he watched her. She was upset cause that dickwad said she was bad at sex.
He was again silent while he tried to form words in his head. "I for one don't think your bad at it .. I mean speeking from experience twice .. I think you're amazing and that he's the one with the problem. It simply wasn't good cause he wasn't good ... Has nothing to do with you" His dark blue eyes looked at her while he moved closer to her. Once he was in front of her he made her look at him. "You're perfect"
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 15, 2012 22:28:02 GMT -5
Pixel listened to Anthony as he spoke. That was all fine and great what he was saying, but he wasn't the one she being forced to marry, and it was easier for him to say that, because she wasn't a dead fish with him. With him she actually enjoyed having sex, and enjoyed being around him. It was hard to act like you enjoyed having sex when the guy was terrible at it, you hated him with every fiber of your being, and there wasn't alcohol involved. Pixel looked up at Anthony, and her heart melted. Easy for him to say, all she did around him was get frisky. He didn't know her.. He didn't see her be crazy.. or maybe he did, but he just shrugged it off as her being upset about her cousin and getting married, probably. He didn't know that she was over-emotional, and most times.. a train wreck.
She reached up, putting her hand in his hair. "Shut up.. you're the perfect one." She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, then twisted her hands in his shirt, and began pulling him up the stairs, and pulled her hand away only to fumbled with the doorknob and get the door open. She pushed Anthony in the room, broke the kiss only to rip his shirt off, then push him onto the bed. She smirked, and peeled off her sleep pants, and jumped on Anthony, straddling his hips and her lips finding his neck. James thought she was horrible at sex? Fine, he could think that, and every ounce of good sex she would give to him, she was going to give to Anthony. She was going to give Anthony the best sex of their lives.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 16, 2012 4:30:12 GMT -5
Anthony hadn't been there while she was having sex, thank god he wasn't cause those just weren't pictures he wanted to imagine, her having sex with another guy and all. He hated to thought of having to 'share' her so to speak. It sorta made him want to kill James .. well made him want to kill him even more now then he had when James was just a guy who worked for the enemy. But now he was the guy who worked for the enemy and, he was making Pixel unhappy. Sure she was the 'enemy' but not his personal enemy. He liked her. She wasn't on the other side to him. Something about the girl who'd been there with him when he was younger and now knowing the woman she grew into. But he didn't view her specifically as his enemy.
He smiled when she said he was perfect. He liked the way her hand sat in his hair. He liked the feeling of her touch. Period. Then she was pulling him up the stairs. Who would have thought telling her she was perfect would get him sex. He pressed hard against her when she fumbled with the doorknob trying to get it open. If she hadn't opened it when she had he was going to find it for her. Then his shirt was off and his back was on the bed. Then Pixel was on top of him kissing him. Wow. This was some how different than the first two times they'd had sex. But better different. He could never say Pixel was horrible at sex. And it helped when the woman had a lot to work with. So he was a little full of himself so sue him.
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 16, 2012 15:08:55 GMT -5
fade out... and back in, next morning
Pixel didn't remember what happened after she and Anthony finished.. mostly because she passed out after they finished. She was surprised though, in a good way, at being able to stay moving the whole time, instead of just collapsing on top of Anthony cause it felt so freaking amazing. Of course, that's what she did when they were done, but that didn't count, because it was technically already over. She didn't think that when she sat out to give Anthony the best sex of his life... and that she'd in return blow all other sex she'd ever had out the water. The night before had been... amazing. Perfect.. wonderful.. She loved.. making love to Anthony. She liked the way she felt when she was around him, she liked the way he made her feel.. even if he just held her hand she felt like nothing in the world was right. It was amazing. She wanted to feel that way all the time.
The next morning, as sun came into the window of Anthony's penthouse bedroom window, Pixel's eyes slowly opened, and she frowned at the sun, then snuggled into her warm, human shaped pillow. She was just about to drift off when she realized she was at Anthony's, not her house. She pulled away, and looked at her snuggle buddy. He looked so.. content in his sleep. She began humming softly, leaning in and beginning to kiss his neck. He might not realize how amazing she found him, but that was alright, she knew how amazing he was and she guess that was all that mattered, and she'd just have to remind him daily how amazing he was. She smiled once she knew he was awake, and pulled away from his neck. "Hey, boo.. Did I pass out on you?" She grinned. It was amazing how great Anthony could be when he wasn't even the one in control. "I regret nothing."
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 17, 2012 18:36:37 GMT -5
Anthony had fallen asleep after they finished. He normally didn't sleep well but after that anyone would be tired enough to sleep like the dead. Sex with Pixel was amazing. He didn't know how anyone could say she was bad at it. She wasn't bad at it. She was just as good at sex as he was at cooking. And he thought he was pretty amazing at cooking. But he'd had a great night. He knew sex with an Irish would make his sister horribly mad, but he couldn't help it. He liked Pixel and .. whatever this was, what ever they were he liked it. And he just couldn't get enough of it.
Then he was pulled out of his sleep by her lips. His eyes opened slowly. Then he realized where he was. He knew Cordelia would probably be pissed off that he had stayed out all night. But waking up to Pixel was great. "Yeah .. You did but that's ok. I got to watch you sleep for a little while. You looked so peaceful" He smiled at her. Things with her, they were gonna be amazing. And he honestly didn't want things to end ever. Even though she was supposed to be getting married. That sort of broke his heart a little. To know one day, they wouldn't be able to wake up with each other. To know that she'll be unhappy because she's marrying an asshole.
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 17, 2012 19:22:49 GMT -5
Pixel smiled at his words, and buried her face in the pillows. James would never say something like that.. he's never stop and take the time to even realize she was sleeping. He was just.. flighty, and his skills in observation were servery lacking. He would never even notice that when she was sleeping was the only time she felt peaceful around him. Not with Anthony.. things were easier with Anthony. First of all, since they could both get killed for these, there was a sense of peace that came from knowing the other one wouldn't run off and tell whoever they worked with who they had sex. She would be embarrassed that James was probably out telling his buddies what they did last night, but she was sure he'd already been saying he was hitting it for a while. Then, since it was just sex.. they didn't feel like they had to try that hard.. at least Pixel didn't. She put on the sexy underwear the night before because she wanted to give Anthony a nice surprise, not because she felt she had to. Pixel just loved how she could be with Anthony and just.. be. He didn't expect crap from her(like to marry him and give him sons to be heir to the Irish throne) and she didn't expect things from him.. It was amazing.
Pixel sat up suddenly. "Hey! I wanna show you something, it's really cool. I've been practicing a lot, so I mean.. I hope you like it. I was walking through the book store, and I just saw this book and I was like.. nevermind, I'll show you." She got out of bed, finding her purse and slipping on the extra pair of normal underwear she'd brought, and one of Anthony's shirts. She wanted him to be focused on what she was doing, not that she was naked. She climbed back into bed, and leaned forward, kissing him softly. "If I jack it up, I'm sorry." She leaned back, and smile as she began moving her hands, signing, then she began talking.. in Italian. "Buon giorno, Antonio, Il mio nome è Pixel. Il mio italiano e' ancora molto.." She paused, and her hands stopped moving, and she looked very deep in thought. She'd forgotten the word for "poor". "Horrible." She finished in English, her face turning a deep red, and her hands did the sign for horrible, and then buried her face in her hands. "Blah. Was that as horrible and fucked up as I think it was?" She peeked through her fingers at him. She'd heard Anthony speak it the other day, and it.. made her want to learn. Of course she couldn't speak it to anyone other than him, but.. she was alright with that. It would be their little secret, kinda. Well.. that and the fact they were sleeping together would be their little secret.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 18, 2012 2:23:36 GMT -5
Anthony sat up some watching her pull some clothes on. He didn't know why she couldn't just .. do what ever it was without her clothes on. Anthony liked her without her clothes on. She was pretty that way. Her body was perfect in every way possible. Even with that silly tattoo on her back. He liked it. It looked good on her. Then she was crawling back into bed with him and kissing him and he couldn't help but kiss back. Her kisses were addicting. Then she was leaning back and smiling.
He watched as her hands moved then she was speaking. In Italian. A smile slowly spread across his face. He swallowed listening to her. For what sounded like her first sentence .. she sounded pretty awesome. Then she was saying horrible. And asking him if he thought it was horrible. He shook his head some the smile never wavering. "No no... Ho pensato per la prima volta è stato molto buono, basta una vera Italiana di insegnare." Oh and how he would love to teach her how to speak his language. His father rarely ever spoke anything but. That's how they'd been so good at it. "That means I thought you were very good for your first time. And that you just need a real Italian to teach you" He smiled a little more.
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 18, 2012 3:56:37 GMT -5
Pixel tried to suppress the happy feeling she got by seeing Anthony smiling at her words. It made her feel light, happy, warm and like she could just dance because Anthony liked something she did. She captured her lip in her teeth when he began speaking in Italian again. Okay, so she hadn't screwed up too bad, but all of that had been easy.. she had no idea what he was saying now.. All she knew was it made her want to get naked naked again. Then he was saying what he had said, this time in English. She smiled finally, letting her hands drop, and smiled brightly at him. "You would.. teach me Italian?" She removed her shirt and underwear, and wiggled back under the cover with him. Now that he no longer had to focus on her words, they could contently lay naked together. "You meant you, right? Because I want you to teach me.. mostly so I can hear those sexy words over and over again.." She grinned. So what if it took her months to learn the language? His voice was.. beautiful.
Pixel cuddled into Anthony again, letting her eyes drift close, stricken with the thought that she could live like this forever.. walking about the house in no or very little clothing with Anthony, just.. letting what happens happen. She just.. never wanted this to end. She.. wanted to be with Anthony.. she wanted to be marrying him. Why couldn't that happen? Clearly it was the better choice, he.. treated her right. Yeah, he was Italian, but they hardly mattered to Pixel. "I could teach you sign, if you wanted.. or.. your payment for teaching me Italian can be sex.. You could give me a key and I could randomly be waiting here on the bed for you, naked.. Yes, I like that idea." Pixel agreed, and then leaned in and began kissing his neck. "Do you have work to do today?" She knew from her dad that it wasn't exactly a Monday through Friday, nine to five job. So even though it was a Saturday, Anthony might still have work. "Because we could just.. hang out here all day.. and I could sneak out when it gets darker." Any excuse to stay with Anthony for as long as possible. "And you can teach me how to speak sexy, I mean Italian." She grinned at him.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 19, 2012 3:51:11 GMT -5
Anthony couldn't help but smile when she smiled the way she was. "Of course I'll teach you Italian. You don't expect me to let you learn from some dumb book when you could learn it from myself. I mean don't get me wrong feel free to study the book. But I will teach you too" He liked her idea of payment. Sex would be an amazing payment. Though he didn't have to pay him at all. He would teach it to her simply because it meant spending time with her. Though there was a plus and that was an Irish girl was learning the language of her enemy.
Really she was sleeping with the enemy too but Anthony didn't mind assisting there either. "I always have work to do. But it can wait till a little later. I'm sure people aren't going anywhere." He smiled some at her and then put his arms around her, holding her close to him. Her skin was so soft. He liked just laying there with her. Being able to smell her and feel her so close to him. It made his want for drugs less just being with her. He was more or less clean now. Cordelia had helped him through the initial shock of not having the drugs any more. But his body still craved what it once had. And every now and then he would hurt like he was going through more withdraw but nothing like that first 72 hours.
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 19, 2012 18:20:04 GMT -5
Pixel giggled softly at Anthony's words. Okay, so she'd keep reading the dumb book. It was mostly common phrases like where's the bathroom and how are you, so Anthony could teach her the big things. In her mind, and of course she's never admit this.. she was hoping one day they could go to Italy or something together. Forget about the feud between their families, the mobs, River city completely. Move away from where Anthony lost his parents, where Pixel lost Sam. Forget about James, Cordelia, what happened to them as children. They could just.. live and be happy. She wanted to live and be happy.. But mostly she wanted to do it with Anthony. They didn't even have to have sex and Pixel would be happy living with Anthony. She just wanted to exist in someones life and not have it be because he needed someone to take care of his children.. Pixel was tired of being expendable to people. Like her feelings didn't matter, and she was suppose to just sit and be seen, not heard. She was suppose to have children, and take care of them on her own, and expect nothing from the father. She was.. just a fixture. She didn't matter to James or her dad.. And she's tired of it. Could you really blame her for waiting to skip town with the enemy? He was the only guy besides Sam that ever made her feel like.. she was worth something.
Pixel turned onto her stomach, putting her hands, left on top of right, on his chest, and put her chin on them. So she was kind of half on top of Anthony. She couldn't help the smile on her lips. It was infectious when she was around Anthony. She noticed his smiles were fell and far between though.. but each one made her heart soar, and she just wanted to keep doing things to make him smile, because each one was perfect, and brightened up the room. Without warning, she got out bed, and walked over to her purse, digging in it, and pull out the book she'd found, then she crawled back into bed with Anthony, looking around the room like she was seeing it for the first time, and really.. they didn't spend a lot of time in here that they were on top of each other or napping. "Hey.. you don't have a tv in here.." She frowned, like she couldn't imagine someone not having a tv in their room. "How do you watch the Notebook at three in the morning if you don't.. have a tv in your room?" She snuggled up him. "You've seen the Notebook.. right?" She questions, turning to look at him, her Italian book momentarily forgotten by her side.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 20, 2012 3:02:38 GMT -5
Anthony liked the way she laid with him. He liked everything about their relationship. And there was no pressure. No pressure to commit. She wasn't out telling her friends about them and he wasn't out bragging to his. Their relationship was just for the two of them to figure out. No one else had a say in what they did. Maybe how they did it, seeing as how they couldn't go out on dates and all but figuring out what they were to each other was their decision and no one else's and he liked that.
"I've never had a tv in my room. Annnnd no I've never seen the notebook. I'm not that into chick flicks" He wasn't a tv in the room kind of guy. He didn't need to fall asleep watching the tv. The tv in the living room was enough. If he fell asleep watching that then he'd sleep on the couch. But mostly when he was watching tv he didn't want to sleep. He was a simple guy. "The tv in the living room seems to do just fine. Usually I watch tv to stay awake, so if I had a tv in here it wouldn't serve its purpose of keeping me awake." He put his arms around her. "Besides .. why put something here to temp me while I'm having sex?"
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 20, 2012 21:19:39 GMT -5
Pixel frowned. Who hadn't seen the notebook? It was a story about what love was suppose to be like.. it was suppose to last through being apart. It was suppose to last until death. It was suppose to be there, and when people heard the word love they were suppose to think about the kind of love that Noah and Allie felt in The Notebook. Anthony was her Noah.. He was on her mind.. constantly, even in her sleep he was there. She wanted to be with him, even if she wasn't suppose to want that. "Will you watch it with me?" She asked in a soft voice, trying not to pout or beg. She didn't want Anthony to do it just because she asked him, she wanted him to do it because he wanted to. She thought of plans if he said yes.. like him coming over to her house, which would be nice because he's never been to her house, and they could have amazing sex there, then lay in bed naked like they were right now and watch it as they fell asleep in each others arms, or she could buy him a copy if he just wanted to watch it on his own, and she was hoping he'd really like it and want to keep it.
She looked away from Anthony, finding her book again, and opening it up. She cleared her throat softly. "Uh... Mi scusi.. I think... dov'è il bagno?" Her eyebrows knitted together. She was pretty sure she butchered the pronunciation of the words, but it should all be there. Hopefully.. She might have said I have a bathroom in my butt for all she knew of the language. She looked at Anthony, her face relaxing. "You didn't say this was gonna be so hard." Then she giggled, and tossed the book aside, and her hand started traveling down his abs. "Hehe.. Let's make something else hard." She suggested, her hand inching closer.
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Post by Anthony Matthew Price on Feb 21, 2012 23:56:53 GMT -5
Anthony hadn't really planned on ever watching the note book or any lovey dovey movies for that matter. He really didn't have a need for them. He didn't much care what they thought love was like. Love in movies was never like love in real life. And he only cared what real life was like. "Sure I suppose. Though the love in those movies isn't anything like what you really get, at least not that I've ever seen." Then she was looking for her book and opening it up and clearing her throat.
He frowned some. "You want to know where my bathroom is?" Then she was complaining about how he never said things were gonna be hard. Then her hand was moving downwards. He smiled some liking where this was going. He liked being with Pixel. And it wasn't just the sex although that was a plus definitely. But he liked her and her personality. She treated him like more than the killer people saw him as and he liked that. He liked feeling human for a change. Well feeling human from someone who wasn't his sister. She just saw passed all that stuff and wanted to get to know him. And that's what he liked the most.
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Post by Pixel Ann Conner on Feb 22, 2012 1:37:02 GMT -5
Pixel ignored Anthony's comment about love not being like in the movies. That was a bunch of lies. He just didn't know. If she had half the chance, she'd show him. But what would be the point in them falling in love when in a couple months.. she'd be married to someone else, and be expected to then turn around and get pregnant by that someone else and live happily with that someone else? No.. they couldn't fall in love, because.. They had an expiration date. Instead Pixel just giggled when he questioned about what she was saying in Italian. "Baby, the only ting I want to know where is I already found.." She said as she wrapped her hand around him, her lips going to his neck, giggling into it between kisses. This was probably way too fun.
fade to black, back in after they're done...
Pixel giggled softly as she calmed down. She smiled over at Anthony, pulling his hand up, their fingers linked together still from when they'd been in the middle of.. doing it, and she kissed the back of his hand. "I think.. it's food time." She said and let go of his hand, wiggling out the bed. She glanced at his shirt on the floor... this decided against it and walked out of the room wearing nothing but her birthday suit. She went to the kitchen, finding what she wanted, then she walking into the room, carrying a tray with two bowls on it, two glasses of orange juice and two spoons. "You know.. Lucky charms.... Are Irish, boo." She sat on the bed, and grabbed a bowl, and began digging in. "Nom nom nom.. the rainbow marshmallows taste the best." She stated, like that wasn't completely crazy.
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