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Post by lily on Apr 14, 2011 6:29:14 GMT 10
   It was Lily’s day off. And it sucked. It wasn’t that she particularly enjoyed going to work, I mean, it was just a café. Yes, she enjoyed singing there but that only happened a few times a week, the rest of the time it was pouring coffee (and giving the occasional Danish) for people who were too busy, or too rude, to offer a simple thank you or even a smile. Plus, she was so clumsy nine times out of ten she ended up spilling something all over her at some point in the day. It had gotten so bad she’d developed the habit of taking at least one extra shirt to work with her. And her manager had told her that if she broke any more cups or plates she’d lose her job. It’s not like she meant to; she was just... clumsy... Maybe she should try looking for another job just in case. But anyway, it wasn’t because she was passionate about coffee that she wanted to be at work, she was just bored. She had been sat on the sofa flicking through the TV channels for the past hour and there was nothing on. She wasn’t even being picky! Bugger. She’d watched a film earier (A Tale of Two Sisters one of her favourites) so she didn’t want to watch another at the moment, and the weather was miserable outside. Which ruled out, going out for the day.
Giving up, Lily turned off the TV and threw the remote onto the sofa next to her as her gaze flew around the room in search of something, anything, to do. The search stopped as she spotted her guitar leaning against the wall. Nah, she wasn’t in the mood. So the search began again. She was hungry. But what was more annoying than that, was the fact that she wasn’t really, it was boredom hunger; the worst kind. The bookshelf. She had been wanting to start a book for a while. Suddenly it hit her, the perfect idea. She had no plans for the rest of the day, wasn’t expecting anyone, why not? It was something she’d not done in a long time, but her and her best friend would always do it back in Lincoln. A sexy twist on a favourite pastime.
Sliding out of her ball and off of the sofa she skipped into her bedroom closing the door behind her before making her way over to the bed, reaching under and removing a blue plastic box. Her ‘kinky, kinky shit box’ she called it. Inside was all the secret little... items she had collected over the past few years. Items no one knew she had. Items she would tell no one of. Items no one would expect sweet little Lily Grace Banwell to know about, let alone own! Along with these items was her, rather impressive, collection of lingerie. Lily loved her lingerie with all of her heart, and she bought as much as she could whenever she could. But, unfortunately for her, she had expensive tastes so the lingerie shopping didn’t happen as often as she would like. Nevertheless, judging by the crowded box, she’d have to get a ‘lingerie box’ as well as her ‘kinky, kinky shit box’ soon. After several minutes debating, silver or gold? Or red? She finally picked out the small blue set and, after grabbing a pair of seamed stockings (oh how she loved them) slipped them on. Finally pulling the hair bobble out her hair and giving it a quick shake, the blonde curls fell around her face and fell down her back. A quick coat of lipstick, her silk robe and a pair of heels she had bought specifically for these situations later, she was ready.
Now all she needed to do was choose which book to read. There were so many she’d been wanted to read for aages, but which one now? Her fingers traced along the spines of the books waiting for one to jump out at her: The Silence of The Lambs, The Absence, Through a Glass Darkly, The Book Thief, The Small Hand, The Woman in Black, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Haunting of James Hastings. You.
Lily had been reading in her underwear for years. When her obsession with underwear began really. It hadn’t taken long for her passion for reading and her passion for lingerie to cross over. Truth be told she couldn’t remember how it actually began. Probably chatting with her best friend back in Lincoln had given them both ideas. It was how most of her hobbies had been born. It was simple, a little silly, but way more fun than she’d ever expected; getting all dressed up (well as dressed up as you can get when you’re not actually wearing clothes) in your favourite lingerie and just sitting and reading for a few hours. Picking up The Haunting of James Hastings she made her way back to where she began and got comfortable.
This is not a Ghost story.
Lily didn’t look up from the book until she heard the knock at the door, ripping her out of the book and making her jump. “Bloody hell!” She gasped her hand clutching hold of her chest, over her racing heart. It was just at a scary bit, and she was really, really into it. Looking at the clock Lily was surprised to see that she’d been sat there, reading in her underwear for an hour and a half. Woah. Placing the book down on the coffee table, open to keep her page, the blonde stood, wrapping the robe around her before tightening the knot in an attempt to disguise the fact she was wearing very little underneath, she quickly made her way to the front door. Ignoring the peephole (she’d seen waay too many horror films to ever use one again) she opened the door wide. “Oh. Hey,” she said to the person on the other side of the door.
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Post by fred on Apr 14, 2011 17:25:03 GMT 10
Freddie hadn’t quite gotten used to his new apartment. When he had lived in Capeside before, it was in his parents rather nice beach-front home. And in New York, it was a rather flash apartment. However, now that he was out of work and not even sure what his next move was, he couldn’t really afford all the finer things in life he was used to. He wasn’t destitute by any means. He still had savings from his time in New York, and his parents helped him out. He just couldn’t enjoy all the frivolities he was used to. Nor could he afford an apartment on the Marina like he had first wanted. Which was rather frustrating for the poor lad. So was the fact that most of his things were still in boxes. That though, was his own fault. He had grown bored with un-packing after just a few boxes and gave up. Every so often he would riffle through a box or two an un-pack one to find something he needed, but that was it. It wasn’t the best system, but it was his, and he wasn’t about to do anything more. Eventually the boxes would become empty, that was good enough.
It wasn’t just his new apartment that he had to get used to though, it was his new life. In New York, when he wasn’t in rehearsals or performing, he always had a ton to do. He would go to the gym and work out, or there would be friends do see, or a party to go to. He’d already joined the Gym at Capeside, but there was just only so often he could visit in a day. As for friends, well, he didn’t exactly have a lot of them here in Capeside. That was what happened, he supposed, when you got too big for your boots and decided you really didn’t need to stay in contact with your small town friends, now that you had made it big. Because really, you never knew where you would end up and it could be right back where you started. It would be nice to say that Freddie had learned a valuable lesson from all of that, but truth be told the only person he regretted not keeping in contact with was his ex girlfriend. It seems like some lessons are harder to learn than others for the young actor.
Sighing in boredom, Freddie let his dark eyes scan the room. It did look rather dull with all the boxes. Maybe if he un-packed and surrounded himself with all his pretty things, life wouldn’t seem so drab? If he was going to do that though, he needed a coffee buzz. There was no way he’d even consider such an arduous task without at least some caffeine in his system. Pushing himself lazily from the couch, the young man made his way to the kitchen. Filling the kettle, he put it on to boil. Getting a mug from the dish drainer. Freddie wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to unpack any boxes. It had seemed like a good idea a few moments ago, but now he wasn’t so sure. The coffee seemed like a good idea though, and that would take up some time. Dumping a spoon-full of coffee, and three spoons of sugar into his mug, the young man pulled the fridge open in search of milk. It took him a few moments of standing there, staring into the fridge to realise that he didn’t have any. That he’d forgotten to get milk. Again. For the third time that week. Shit. Now how was he supposed to drink the coffee he needed, but had only been craving for a few moments?
Freddie swore inwardly, cursing his forgetfulness. He wasn’t forgetful with everything, it just seemed like a curse that whenever he intended to get some milk he’d never really get there. He’d need to write himself a note to get some. That didn’t help him right now though. Unless. Unless he went out to get some that very moment? Well, if he was going to go out, he may as well forget the lousy instant coffee and get something deliciously sugary at Starbucks. That involved showering and nicer clothes though. And doing his hair. No, Freddie just wasn’t in the mood for all that effort. Sighing rather over-dramatically, the young man tried to find a solution to his ever growing problem. He couldn’t go out to get milk, and there was no way he was drinking black coffee because, disgusting. Not drinking coffee at all didn’t seem like an option either. He was stuck, as people often said, between a rock and a hard place. His frustration at the situation was not helping him think with a clear mind at all. Maybe it wasn’t as complicated as he was making it. What did people used to do, back in the day? They asked their neighbours!
Clicking his fingers in excitement, the boy pushed the fridge closed. There was bound to be someone home that could lend him some milk right? Surely they weren’t all at work. Slipping on some trainers, Freddie grabbed his keys and headed out of the apartment. His torso simply covered in a white singlet, and his legs sporting some grey sweat pants. Not exactly a flattering outfit as far as Freddie was concerned, but he wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Not yet, anyway. Flitting across the hall, the young man knocked on the door. Leaning his side lazily on the door frame as he waiting for an answer. However, when the scantily clad blonde opened the door, Freddie straightened quickly, brushing a hand through his hair to ruffle it a little. Eyes looking her up and down. Shit, maybe he should have had that shower after all? Feeling himself smirk, his eyes lingered on her chest, trying to see what was under her robe, before he looked her in the eye and smiled in what he hoped was a rather alluring way. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”
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Post by lily on Apr 17, 2011 21:45:05 GMT 10
Lily smiled at her neighbour, she’d seen him around the building but their interaction had been kept to a minimum; the occasional smile and ‘morning’ when she passed him in the hallway, the odd awkward elevator ride. For a moment she had forgotten that she had answered the door to the stranger in her underwear. Well, until she noticed him look her up and down. Her cheeks immediately stained bright red as she realised what she had done hit her. God, he was gonna think I’m such a slut she thought chewing on her lip. Lily blinked as she realised his gaze was lingering on her chest, part of her feeling flattered, the other startled at his open oogling. Well, I suppose he wasn’t expecting me to open the door like this.
Forcing the smile to stay on her face, Lily rose her hand to grip hold of the sides of the robe, holding it closed over her breasts, in an effort to try and keep at least a little of her dignity, as little she felt she had right now. Man, this never happened in England. Finding her own gaze looking the semi-stranger up and down, Lily noticed he wasn’t exactly dressed for company either and, judging by his hair, hadn’t showered today. Must be a lazy, slobby day, she assumed, hell she had enough of them herself to judge, not that she was going to judge anyway. Lily licked her bottom lip nervously, desperately hoping and preying to any God that may be up there to make this situation a little less awkward or embarrassing. Or a dream! Yeah, a dream would be good!
Glancing back into her apartment, in a quick search to make sure there was nothing embarrassing (or any more embarrassing) within eyeshot. There wasn’t, of course. After all, it was a perfectly innocent situation, she was only reading! Where was the harm? Battling the defensive explanation she could feel rising in her throat, she swallowed, in an attempt to swallow the words she knew he didn’t need to hear, nor would probably understand. Her usual reaction to such situations being talking faster than anyone can understand while beating around the bush and just basically making no sense at all.
Pausing after his question, and the look which did little more than make her blush worse (God, she just wanted to the world to swallow her up, why didn’t she use the bloody peep hole?!), and shook her head, “no, no, you’re not interrupting anything.” She explained, a nervous giggle escaping her painted lips as she added, “I was just reading,” and motioned to the book laying on the coffee table, before she closed her eyes and sighed, great now she didn’t seem as much like a slut... More like a weirdo. Well, no denying that anymore. Looking back at the man at her door she shook her head, “can I help you with something?” She asked trying to be as polite as possible while moving on quickly from her lack of dress, or reason for lack of dress, silently making a vow she knew she’d never keep, to never do this again.
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Post by fred on Apr 19, 2011 16:36:46 GMT 10
Freddie felt himself smirk as she made sure she was covered. He probably looked like the biggest perv on the planet, He couldn’t help himself though. It wasn’t every day that a scantily clad girl answered the door. He was a male, and if you were going to show your goods, chances were that he was going to look at them. Besides, this was like the start of some badly done adult film or dream you needed a shower after. He was sure that there could have been about ten things right off the top of his head that he could have done that was pervier anyway. Whatever, she didn’t seem completely offended, just more or less embarrassed, and he couldn’t blame her for that. He’d be embarrassed to if he’d opened the door in lingerie to some stranger. However, if Freddie was wearing lingerie there was even bigger issues at work there.
He browned a little as she returned the favour and looked him up and down. Now, this was really not fair. There she was looking absolutely gorgeous, and he looked like a complete slob. Normally, Freddie was one to take a lot of pride in his appearance. It would be really awful if this girl based her opinion on him solely on this first impression. She was sure he was making a horrible impression. She was going to think she was living across from some sort of slobby creeper who liked to catch people when they were indisposed and ogle their goodies. That wasn’t the sort of impression he wanted to give. Especially not to his really attractive neighbour. Not that he was interested in her. At least, not that he was after anything serious. He had his sights set firmly on his ex, but company was nice, right?
Raising an eyebrow, he considered what she had said. He hadn’t known reading could have been such a naughty pass time. Maybe it was an English thing. He was pretty good at accents, so he had picked hers straight away. Weren’t the English supposed to be all tight laced? Not, you know, draped in it? Still with a smirk on his lips, he gave her another quick look up and down. “Well. If I knew reading was so fun I’d do it more often.” He gave her a playful wink before chuckling. Of course, he was actually rather well read, but that was besides the point. Well, he wasn’t sure he knew what his point was, besides just being charming and making a joke. Which was his point a lot of the time, come to think about it. Especially when he was trying to impress someone. And he needed to impress this girl to make up for looking like such a douche.
Frowning, he cocked an eyebrow. “What?” She was asking how she could help him? That wasn’t like, a serious offer was it? He stared at her for a moment, trying to work out what she had meant by it. It took him far too long to realise what she did mean. Dah, he had knocked on her door. Shaking his head, he tried to not to blush. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He ran a hand through his hair once more, grinning sheepishly. “Well. It’s just, I forgot to buy milk, and coffee really doesn’t taste all that great black.” He gave a small shrug as he explained his problem. “Which wouldn’t matter too much if it wasn’t for the fact I really needed coffee.” Pulling his cocky grin back to his features, he gave her a small wink. “Long story short, I was wondering if I could steal some milk.”
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Post by lily on Apr 19, 2011 22:53:34 GMT 10
Noticing the boys smirk, Lily found her hand tightening on the fabric, as she blinked at him a few times. God, who does that? Who just openly smirks at someone once they’ve been caught staring at their chest? She fought off a shudder as she looked at the perverts smile. Well... No, she can’t really call him pervert, not when she answered the door in this attire. That was a little harsh he was, after all, a man. Not that she thought she was irresistible to all men! But there wasn’t a man she knew that, should a blonde answer the door in her underwear, wouldn’t look- it was human nature, not perverse. Although some were more subtle about it.
But before she could help it, she spotted him blush at her own wandering eyes. Ah yes, buster! A taste of your own medicine. and she felt herself begin to smirk back. Only this smirk was different. Rather than his leering appreciation, hers was bitter with the sweet taste of revenge. It wasn’t really a big deal, but seeing him colour that little bit was a small, but significant victory for her in the war that was probably all in her head . Ah well, a win is a win. As she saw his brow rise, her eyes widened in a defensive manner, as if saying ‘yes, I read in my underwear, what of it?’
Lily’s jaw dropped ever so slightly at the shameless movement of his eyes as he checked her out once again, before she caught herself and snapped her mouth close; maybe it wasn’t her victory after all. Refusing the let it get to her or bother her she leant against the doorframe, “well, there’s nothing stopping you,” she murmured, biting her lip again. Was she... Was she flirting with him? No! No, stop it! Stop it now! mentally slapping herself on the wrist, Lily straightened up, stepping away from the door frame, stepping away from any temptation. Yes, it had been a while since she’d been with a man, but she was far from the stage of picking up random men who knocked on her front door!
Her eyes widened at his frown, what did she do? What did she say? Did she offend him? They were just playing, now she seemed to have terrified the poor bugger, “what-what?” she asked puzzled well done Lily! As he began talking again, Lily released the breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding. And for a brief moment the blonde thought he was making some crass boob joke, but she moved past this quickly, “I like it black” she told him and moved out of the way opening the door wider so he could come in, “come in and I’ll grab some for you,” she told him leading the way to the kitchenette though the open-plan area and opened a cupboard before handing him over a carton, “I usually bulk buy long life milk so I avoid running out,” she explained nodding as she drummed her fingers against the counter tops.
“Look,” she began, “we’re neighbours, right. Why don’t you stay and have a cup here?” She offered motioning to the coffee maker machine, “try and get to know each other a little better and make this situation-”she motioned to her clothing, “-a little less awkward.” She smiled nervously at the semi-stranger in her home before adding, “unless, of course, you’re busy.”
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Post by fred on May 6, 2011 21:56:05 GMT 10
Freddie had never really considered the fact that smirking after checking someone out wasn’t exactly the right thing to do. To be honest, he considered himself so attractive with such great taste that he believed anyone would be flattered if he checked them out. So of course he’d offer them a cocky smirk. Of course, it never occurred to people like Freddie that not everyone saw them as attractive as they saw themselves. In fact, Freddie would have been shocked to know that there were people out there that didn’t consider him to be the best thing out there. He didn’t even stop to think that this blonde wouldn’t be completely flattered by his attention. Besides, she had come to the door like that, so basically he saw that as his right to do whatever he wanted. Or at least check her out as much as he wanted. Besides, even though he hadn’t showered and wasn’t dressed up, he was still sure he was a fine piece of man meat. If she didn’t consider herself lucky.. well then, she must have been a little retarded or have a warped sense of what is attractive or something. Or gay. That was always the case.
Screwing up his nose, he stepped inside. “I can’t stand coffee black.” He told the girl, with a nod. He couldn’t really understand how people drunk black coffee. It was way too bitter without at least two sugars and milk. Oh well, each to their own or something like that anyway. “Thanks for this though..” He offered her a warm smile as he leaned against her kitchen bench. Watching the petite blonde get out the milk. He wondered who she lived here with, or if she lived alone. God, if she had a boyfriend that would be sad. She was really gorgeous and he could understand how she’d be snapped up quickly. It would be sad for him though. Shit, imagine if the boyfriend came home to find a strange guy in his kitchen with his undressed girlfriend. Now that would not go down well. He could only imagine how sus the situation would look to a boyfriend. Put in the same position, Freddie knew he’d probably assume the worst. It really didn’t help that her alibi was that she was reading. It wasn’t exactly plausible now was it? Even Freddie had trouble with the idea of reading in sexy undies.
Pushing the thought out of his mind, the young man cocked his head to the side. “Hey, that’s actually a really smart idea,” he said with a grin. “I should remember that. I’m not exactly great at grocery shopping..” He admitted with a small blush. It wasn’t often that he admitted his own short-comings, however she was clearly feeling awkward, so he should really throw the girl a bone. Make himself seem exposed as well. Though the fact that he couldn’t shop wasn’t exactly all that intimate and exposing. Raising an eyebrow at her offer, Freddie considered things for a moment. She probably didn’t have a boyfriend, or she wouldn’t risk it. So that was a plus. He really had nothing to loose in this situation and everything to gain. Either a new friend, or a new flirt buddy, or maybe something more. He knew what he’d prefer, but it was all good. Nodding, he flashed her a smirk and a wink. “That sounds wonderful actually. I was pretty bored at home to be honest.”
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Post by lily on May 9, 2011 6:33:31 GMT 10
Lily had been the total opposite. Growing up her lack of self-esteem was almost painful, which was the main reason she had started this particular hobby, usually, if not always, when she was alone in her house, it was a way to boost her confidence and feel sexy when she so often felt the total opposite about her appearance. This past time had progressed, with the same friend, to include what they called ‘outings’ in which the two girls would go to the local pub, or cinema in their underwear and a coat, just for the naughtiness. And the buzz that made her feel like... if she could do this, what else could so do? It really did help boost her confidence for a while at least.
Offering the man a smile in return Lily shook her head, “nah, don’t mention it- it’s what neighbours are for, right?” She told him with a shrug as she folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t really a great neighbour to be honest. She wasn’t exactly a neighbour from hell, she didn’t have strange men coming to and from her house at all hours of the night, or barking dogs or loud music playing all night, but she didn’t exactly go out of her way to get to know or help her neighbours, she did dog sit for the Petersons that one time (man, she hated that mutt!), but they didn’t really give her any chance to decline. But that just seemed the time now, people keeping to themselves, minding their own business. Perhaps she should make more of an effort to know her neighbours, but she couldn’t really see herself knocking on doors with baskets of muffins and a smile, although she did make damn good muffins.
At the small admission Lily nodded in agreement, “thanks, I hate shopping too, there is nothing on Earth more boring than going to the supermarket, I always put it off to the last possible minute,” she explained laughing lightly, “end up only eating cereal for a week before I surrender and go.” It was true, truth be told they were lucky she had gone yesterday or her milk collection would be empty as well as her cupboards. The small smile grew in a grin as he agreed to stay, “great! I’ll just go put some clothes on then,” she told him smirking as she flicked the kettle on, “won’t be two minutes,” and with that she disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. After grabbing a pair of jeans and the first shirt that came to hand, the door opened again and Lily hurried back the kitchen, “okay so I know you like milk, any sugar?” She asked taking out two cups before realising something idiot! and turning to face him. “I’m Lily, by the way.”
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Post by fred on May 13, 2011 15:37:02 GMT 10
It made Freddie feel a little better to think he wasn’t the only one that was hopeless at making sure there was food in his house. However it defeated the purpose of sharing something with her if it wasn’t a big deal like the originally thought. Still though, finding mutual ground was a good bonding tool. From the little he had discovered so far about his neighbour, Freddie hoped they’d get along- at least on a basic level. She seemed.. different, in that good ‘I want to get to know you’ way. And if getting to know her turned into getting naked with her, well he wouldn’t complain at that either. In fact he would probably turn on the charm and attempt something. He just wanted to get his coffee first. If he struck out before he had caffeine and she kicked him out, he’d be back and square one, which was not preferred. At all.
“Well, if you ever need to borrow anything, you can always come across the hall to my door. Can’t promise I will have anything, but if I do it’s all yours.” He gave her a playful wink as he took a seat at her bench. Nodding, he watched her leave the room to change- or well get some clothes on. Truth be told he wouldn’t have minded her staying in her underwear, but he guessed it was more appropriate if she put clothes on. Plus, while what she did have on was completely sexy, it would be fun to take her clothes off if he did get that far with her. Like opening a present. Seeing breasticles was always much more exciting when you had to work for it. Tapping his fingers against the bench, he looked around while he waited for her to come back. Her place was nice, better than his. Which wasn’t hard considering the fact he hadn’t unpacked yet.
Looking up as she came back, he smiled. “Hm. I was right.” He commented, but didn’t go into any more detail. If she wanted to know what he was talking about, well she’d just have to ask him now wouldn’t she? He thought she would- most girls took the bait when you leave ambiguous comments like that. He nodded as she started making the coffee. “Oh, yeah, three sugars.” He gave a sheepish grin. “I have a sweet tooth,” he explained, before she could comment on his excessive sugar needs. He knew most people would cringe at the thought, but he couldn’t help it. Without the sugars, coffee was just so bitter. She wouldn’t judge him on that... would she? Well, he hoped not. If she did, then she probably wasn’t worth it or something. Grinning, he extended his hand. “Lily. Lovely name for a lovely girl.” He smirked, winking. “I’m Freddie.”
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Post by lily on May 19, 2011 6:12:15 GMT 10
Lily nodded her thanks at his offer knowing that it was very unlikely that she would actually ask for something, she’d just make do without it, or nip out to the shops. At his wink, her blush deepened slightly, she was never very good with flirting, or being flirted with. At school, when most girls were off with their first boyfriends no one ever really showed her any attention, she was asked out once or twice... But they were for dares and jokes. Yeah, school was fun for Lily. And it had left a lasting impression, any kind of male attention was always taken with a pinch of salt. And then when if he changed his mind or... anything, then it wouldn’t hurt as much. So, she would flirt back, and laugh it off... If only she could get this damn blush under control.
Grabbing two of her favourite cups from the cupboard she looked over at her guest through her hair. He was cute, very cute, a bit cocky but in a charming way. And his body wasn’t bad either, not that should would ever admit it, but the few times she had seen him around the building she had let her eyes wander, and she appreciated what she saw. Not that she would ever, ever admit it. But yeah, no coffee, right. As Lily spooned in the coffee, and a single sugar for herself she tried to take to shake those thoughts out of her head, but still somewhere deep down she couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of her, he had seen quite a bit of her. And there goes that bloody blush again! Dammit!
I was right. He was right? About what? What was he right about? What did that mean? Thrown off by the statement she shook her head in a vain attempt to try and get back on track, “erm... no, I’m not judging... There is nothing wrong with a bit of a sweet tooth,” she told him handing him the steaming cup, “just watch your teeth. I hope this is okay, I never know how much milk to put in it, everyone has it differently you know.” The blonde jumped up on the counter top, crossing her legs at the ankles before cradling her own coffee cup in both her hands, “aww, I used to have a fish called Freddie... but he died... as fish usually do.” Ugh, why did she say that?
After a few seconds she finally gave in, her curiosity getting the better of her, also she didn’t really want too much time being spent on her fish that she killed- but that’s another story, “okay, I give in,” a dramatic pause, “what, pray tell, are you right about?”
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Post by fred on May 22, 2011 4:29:06 GMT 10
Teddy watched as she prepared the coffee. However he wasn’t exactly watching how she did it, more what she looked like while she did it. The way her arms extended as she reached to get the cups, and the way it made her shirt ride up a little. Being trained as a dancer (as well as other things, by the way), he was drawn to movement more than most people. The young man found beauty in even some really mundane tasks. Of course, it always helped if it was a gorgeous girl performing the movements, but still. Lily had an intriguing way of moving. Freddie found it graceful, and even a little bit unsure- which made it rather adorable. Yet a little confusing. He didn’t understand how a girl who looked so unbelievably pretty could blush so much at complements. Wasn’t she told how attractive was several times a day? Freddie was. Well, he told himself he was, and people agreed with him, which was practically the same thing. This girl though- she was the sort of stunning that Freddie imagined the whole world would agree on, so why did she herself not seem to see it? It was a travesty, actually.
Blinking, Freddie forced himself to break his stare. He knew that some people found the way he interacted just a little.. intense and considering how she had reacted to his complements, he didn’t want to freak her out too much with his approving gaze. He grinned at her, flashing his white teeth as he did so. “Nothing at all,” he agreed, “and don’t worry, I take very good care of my teeth.” He assured the girl before taking a long sip of the hot drink. “Hmm, prefect.” He assured her with yet another grin. Even if the amount of milk in the coffee had been wrong, the young man would have been rather inclined to tell her it was perfect anyway. He could handle a little too much milk (or not enough) if it meant making her smile, or at least feel a little good about himself. Flattery was an art that could get you everywhere as far as Freddie was concerned, and he exploited it at every chance he got. It was amazing how people would melt in your hand with just a few well placed compliments. It made them much more willing to do just about anything you asked them to do.
A wide smirk stretched out his lips as she asked what he has been right about. Much like a cat who had just worked out how to open the canary cage. He knew she wouldn’t be able to resist his ambiguous comment. Curiosity was a weakness for most people. Another thing he exploited to the best of his ability actually. Taking his time, Freddie placed his mug down on the bench. Standing up from his stool, he moved towards her. His gaze not leaving her face once. Leaning in slightly, he rested his hands on the bench, placed strategically on either side of her crossed legs. “Just the fact..” he spoke softly, his voice dripping in honeyed tones. That was one of the good things about being an actor, he could turn on the charm as hard and fast as he wanted to. Even with just a moment’s notice. “That, you look absolutely gorgeous in just jeans and a shirt. The moment I saw you, I thought to myself ‘it really doesn’t matter what this girl is wearing, she’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen’..” Of course, it wasn’t what he had thought the moment he saw her, not even close. However, she did not need to be made aware of that fact now did she?
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Post by lily on Jun 7, 2011 3:18:29 GMT 10
Lily laughed and nodded at the comment about his teeth, “I should hope so too,” she teased playfully blowing on the steaming liquid in the cup in her hands- it reminded her, actually, she was waay overdue for a check up, I really should book an appointment with the dentist soon! The small, playful smile, pulling at her lips quickly transformed into a pleased grin at his liking of the coffee she had made, “good because, if you wanted less milk, don’t really know how I’d get around that,” she joked taking a sip, truth be told she did, simple, make a new cup and let him pour his own damn milk- but it was fine so there was no need to worry about that anymore, she thought to herself as she took a sip of the hot drink, feeling herself instantly relax with the caffeine- man she needed that. “But I’m glad it’s okay,” was quickly added as the blonde gently placed the coffee beside her on the counter top.
Her smile wavered slightly as his smirk grew, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth her heart began to race with every step Freddie took. She tried to break eye contact with him, but couldn’t, he was hypnotising, as he leant in towards her, she couldn’t help but lean back ever so slightly, not used to such... sudden advances, but she soon took control of herself...ish, she found her eyes(finally) parting from his, just to glance down to watch his lips as he spoke, forming every word, every syllable, every letter perfectly . Instinctively she leant in towards him a little more eyes looking him to meet his once more, timid and a little unsure, but desperate to know.... Just what? Parting her lips slightly Lily felt all moisture leave her mouth as it became incredibly dry, “what?” She asked quietly.
Blinking, Lily tried to understand the words he had spoken but they just didn’t want to compute in her brain, ‘exquisite’? That was something she had never been called before... A small, coy smile pulled at her lips, “I...” she began before a small laugh fell from her mouth, “now you’re just being silly,” she told him her head shook her blue gaze, self-consciously falling to the clothes she had grabbed in her room moments before. Now... if only she could figure out how to stop her heart beating so quickly.
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