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Post by kennedy on Aug 20, 2011 13:44:05 GMT 10
Kennedy was slightly perturbed at how quickly she had developed a morning routine for the times when she woke up at Wes’ house. She was always awake first, like some alarm clock wired into her brain knew to get up before Wesley even had a chance to think about it. She would slide out of his bed, sometimes feeling ashamed that she had caved and wound up there and other times very impressed with herself. Sneaking around with him had caused Ken so many conflicted feelings that instead of processing them she simply washed them away. The showers were always hot. Not because she felt particularly dirty or anything like that but instead because the water in Wes’ apartment ran hotter than it did at her house and she liked to indulge in the heat.
She would stand under the shower head for a long time, until she was soaked to the bone and her fingers started to prune. Sometimes she would forget where she was until he woke up and came looking for her. Sometimes she would let him join her, other times she would shut the water off, wrap a towel around her body, and ask for a minute. Not today. Today Kennedy was quick with the shower considering the night prior was all her idea and happened completely on her terms. She was in and out, barely standing long for puddles to form on the bathroom floor. She dried off, slipped on the shirt of Wesley’s she had carried into the bathroom with her, and made her way back to his room.
It was with a few quick movements that Ken was back on the bed. Her small jump shifted the bed and she curled up next to Wes, wet hair sticking to her face as she leaned in to kiss his forehead and whisper to him. “Wes,” she nudged him with the nearest elbow, hands folded up to her chest. “Wesley,” she spoke again, this time closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath. It felt nice being in his bed. She could remember times when they would spend full days just hanging out in his bedroom in Grady Hollow, listening to music, watching movies, making out. All in his bed. High school seemed to be a million years ago but there were certain things Kennedy didn’t think she would ever forget and times spent with Wesley King were some of those things.
Despite those times, Ken knew she shouldn’t be there. She should have stayed home, kept to herself, and not allowed her infatuation with Wes to begin again. They didn’t need each other. That’s what Kennedy’s friends told her. She had moved on and should stay that way. Relapsing - that’s what she liked to call it - would do her no good. She should date someone new. She was better than him, some of them even ventured to say. Kennedy disagreed with that notion. Wes was a good guy, he had a big heart and regardless of all the things they had gone through and the time they spent apart, she still - and probably always would - loved him. It was just… complicated.
“C’mon, get up lazybones. Waffles.” Kennedy persuaded him with another kiss, her eyes flashing open again after disconnecting. “I know you’re awake and you’re not getting out of it. I already started the coffee pot.”
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Post by DUKE TIBERIUS LEBEAU on Aug 21, 2011 22:18:35 GMT 10
Some mornings, Wesley hated that Kennedy got up before him. It had become their routine really. Kennedy would get up before him, usually waking him up in the process, and she’d shower. When she took too long in the shower for his liking, Wesley would come and find her. Sometimes she’d join her, others he’d leave her to finish by herself. Sometimes, Wesley wondered about Kennedy’s behaviour. Why some mornings she was all for closeness and cuddles and others she just seemed to want space. It truth, it made Wesley a little anxious. He always wanted cuddles with Kennedy, but then he was just a huge teddy bear so that wasn’t anything new. He tried not to let it get to him though. Sometimes people just needed some personal space right? It wasn’t anything to take personally. At least, that’s what he was going to keep on telling himself. It wasn’t personal, and he shouldn’t bring it up with her.
Wesley had felt Kennedy leave the bed that morning. The young man was half asleep when he felt the warmth beside him leave as Kennedy got up. To be honest, he had considered tugging her back into bed and forcing her into some cuddle time. However he knew Kennedy well enough to know she would not respond well to that. He was more likely to get a slap to the face then he was a cuddle. So he had let her go, figuring he’d let himself drift back off to sleep for a little while. Which was a pretty lucid thought, considering he wasn’t even sure how awake he even was. Wesley had always taken longer to wake up then most people in the morning. Honestly, he just loved his sleep, what was so wrong with that, he wondered. Nothing really. Sleep was a good thing. Especially on days when he had no place to be.
The man hadn’t even had a chance to drift off again when he felt the warmth of Kennedy return. A smile tugged at his lips. Maybe he’d get his snuggles after all? Feeling her curl up, Wes squeezed his eyes shut a little tighter. As much as he was tempted to pull her into his arms and just hold her for a while, he actually wanted to see what she would do left to her own devices. It was sometimes nicer when she made the first move and initiated things between them. Feeling the kiss to his forehead, Wesley felt his cheeks warm. God, she was so amazing. Wesley still, after so many years, couldn’t believe that he had a girl like Kennedy. Back in high school, he had worshiped the woman. Or I guess she was a girl back then. He’d never thought of her as just a girl though.
Still pretending to be asleep, Wesley listened as she said his name again. It was fun to tease her, and he was in a particularly playful mood. It wasn’t until she called him lazy-bones that he made a move. Rolling over, he wrapped Kennedy into a huge bear hug. Pulling the girl to his chest. “Mmm.” He mumbled, pretending to still be asleep. Nuzzling into her neck, he took in a deep breath. “My pillow smells good... And it’s wet. What the huh?” He chuckled slightly, pulling back to look at the woman now in his arms. “Why good-morning, beautiful.” He murmured, before leaning in to kiss her nose. “Can’t we just skip the waffles and stay like this?” He knew his chances of that were probably slim, but it was worth a try right? He’d make her waffles eventually. Maybe for lunch or dinner. Breakfast though, that was a dirty word.
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Post by kennedy on Sept 6, 2011 18:53:03 GMT 10
Kennedy needed space because she knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. The relationship they had back when they were in high school was over. They were holding onto dreams and memories of a past life. A lot of the time Kennedy felt she should end their secret affair. They were only setting themselves up for disaster and heartbreak. She wasn’t even sure how all this started. The only thing Ken remembered was having nothing to do with Wesley King one day and being in his bed the next. It was an almost embarrassing moment. The weakness she had for Wes reigned supreme over any logical thought about the situation she was putting herself into. They were like moths to a flame with each other and they were going to burn, just like every other time.
For now Kennedy pushed away the negative thoughts. A squeal escaped her as Wes rolled over on her and her mouth turned up in a grin. Damn, he knew exactly what to do to make her forget about thinking all of this was bad. There was some good, after all. Things like forcing Wes to make her waffles, late mornings, his smile and the kisses she wouldn’t outwardly admit that she sometimes craved. When they were together, and alone, it was easy. They reverted back to seventeen (except with more freedom, as they were both adults now) when they were in each other’s company.
Relaxing into his hug, Kennedy accepted her fate. She was destined to spend all day in bed with Wesley and there was no changing it. It wouldn’t be the first time. In fact, now that she thought about it, Wes had an uncanny knack for getting her to abandon her plans and stay with him. The last time she stayed over she was late to work because of him. But she couldn’t be mad. “Good morning, sleepy.” Ken replied with a smile, bringing arms up around his neck. Wes hugs were the best kind of hugs ever invented so she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to be in one. When he kissed her nose she grinned and tilted her head, catching his lips. It didn’t last long, as Kennedy was pulling away almost as quickly as their lips connected. “How about we make a deal. I’ll stay in bed with you as long as you want me to - but you have to make me waffles. And not at three in the afternoon like last time.” That was fair, wasn’t it? He got what he wanted and she got what she wanted and a little extra. Time spent with Wesley was time when she was supposed to be doing other things but the extra break she took to be here didn’t bother her as much as it should have. “But I can’t stay again, I have to work in the morning.”
Once her deal was laid out on the table, Ken found herself pushing forward again. She sealed it with a smile and a kiss before pulling back to look him in the face, as if she decided already that he agreed and there was nothing he could do about it.
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Post by DUKE TIBERIUS LEBEAU on Sept 10, 2011 11:46:15 GMT 10
Wesley didn’t understand sometimes. He just didn’t get why they had to sneak around and this all had to be a secret. Damned what their friends thought- or what anyone thought really. Sometimes, the only thing Wesley wanted was to wrap her in his arms while they waited in line at the supermarket. Or take her out to one of the fancy restaurants along the board-walk at the marina. He wanted to treat her like a real girlfriend- like she deserved to be treated. Not that he didn’t treat her like one when they were alone together of course, but it wasn’t the same. Kennedy deserved romance, and Wesley wanted to be the one to give that to her. She was worth more than just some Chinese take-out in his apartment. He knew that wouldn’t happen though, not unless Kennedy said so. Because, who was he kidding? She called the shots in their relationship- he wasn’t complaining though, at least not yet.
While he was likely to get fed up with how things were going at some point, and demand (or you know, talk it out with Kennedy) they change.. Right now, he was just going to be happy that he had her in his arms. How could he not be happy with that? She was perfection and at least for the day, she was his. There was no way anything could be bad about that. Well, maybe the ‘at least for today’ part. He wanted her to be his forever. Wesley wasn’t too worried though. He was confident that if Kennedy felt for him the same way that he felt for her, that they would spend their lives together. Waking up like this every morning. That was a thought that made the man tighten his arms around Kennedy. He wanted that. So badly it hurt just a little.
As she kissed him, Wesley considered her conditions. They were reasonable. All bar the one about her going home that night. He just could not abide by such a shenanigan. Frowning a little, Wesley shook his head. “Deal amendment suggestion?” He raised an eyebrow, before continuing. “I get up and make you the best damned waffles you’ve ever tasted now- because I’m actually kind of hungry. Then we spend all day in bed, or on the couch watching movies. Then I make you my famous tacos for dinner, you stay the night, and I promise to make sure you are not late for work and even get up in the morning and make you coffee and breakfast before you go?” He watched Kennedy, rather hopefully. He knew his chances of her staying the night again were not high, but a guy had to try right? Plus, how could she refuse his tacos?
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Post by kennedy on Oct 13, 2011 1:03:36 GMT 10
“No dice.” Kennedy shook her head at Wesley’s substitution of her plan. There was no way that was going to work. She had things to do and saying yes made it feel like this was more than it was supposed to be. Ken couldn’t spend the whole day here. No, Wes would have to deal with her leaving. He had to get this idea of the two of them being together out of his head. That was in high school and what they were doing now, well, it was childish. Selfish, even. Where could they possibly go from hre? Kennedy didn’t settle then and she wasn’t going to start now.
Wes had delusions, Kennedy knew. It was beyond obvious what he wanted to happen or perhaps what he already believed to be happening. It wasn’t what Ken pictured for herself. She wanted to be successful, to have a life that others envied. She wanted to be somebody and do something and not settle for the high school flame who still worked at the local cinema. These thoughts and ambitions… Kennedy knew they would break Wesley’s heart. And maybe, just maybe, that was why it was so hard to leave him behind. Breaking his heart once was one thing but twice? And for the same reason? Just cruel.
“There’s your problem, Wes. All play and no work. I’ve got too much to do. There are at least three articles in my inbox as we speak and a few more on their way. Deadline is midnight, as always. And the revisions will take me all day. If I don’t do my part there will be no Gazette the next morning and I know you like the funnies. So I can’t stay if you ever want to see what happens next with the family and the little chubby people with the weird heads or whatever that is.” Kennedy patted his chest and allowed herself to frown in mock sympathy.
Honestly, his change in plan had her reconsidering her initial offer. Did she really want to spend all day with Wes when she knew that this all meant so much to him? Perhaps she even made a mistake suggesting she come over last night. It seemed, at times, that Kennedy was as lost in this as he was. It was a never ending cycle and as much as she hated likening this to a sickness that’s exactly what it was. The only problem was that once infected there was no known cure.
“You can make me waffles, we can watch some movies and then I’m going to go home and get a head start on work. Then I’m going to make the chili I was going to make last night. The lights at your mom’s place go out at seven thirty. That means she’s in the den downstairs watching her primetime shows. If you want, you can park in the back and stay at my place. But I really can’t stay here tonight, Wes.”
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