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Post by aubrey rose jenkins on Jan 18, 2012 9:26:45 GMT -5
Bree grinned from ear to ear as she shrugged her shoulders heavily. "I think saying it is absolutely necessary, otherwise would you believe it?" She had a point, who in their right minds would believe that Derek and Bree could be an item? Even she found it hard to believe and she had a first hand account of what was happening. She could blame it on some sex euphoria but we all know the real reason, she was just happy to have the label of his girlfriend. About damn time the two stopped dancing around the word. Tomorrow would be a different story and she'd be back to feeling awkward, but today she'd live it up and have the time of her life calling him as he was, her boyfriend.
"All men should know where the women want to go," she smirked, "it should be something that you just know, like you're born with the knowledge, but then again men aren't usually all that smart so-" she teased laughing as she looked up at him with those bright brown eyes of hers. You could tell how happy she was just by looking at her. "I loved the ride," she grinned as she leaned over and kissed his cheek before bringing her lips right beside his ear. "I could have sworn you were going to stall out a few times though. We should check your fluids." Whoa, where the hell was Bree getting all this car lingo, and why in the world was she so damn sexual all of a sudden?
When he was situated nicely between her legs against the counter she smirked giving him another tasty kiss as she nuzzled her nose against his playfully. "I've had that word in my vocabulary for years darling, but i've never had a better time to use it than now." She grinned, not saying he was her favorite boyfriend because she honestly wouldn't be able to tell so soon, but he did have that certain appeal she adored. She pulled away from his kisses the next time he spoke, "I thought I was a good cook?" She pouted.
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Jan 18, 2012 21:51:43 GMT -5
Derek rolled his eyes defiantly at her words, it was rather hard to disagree with her when she looked as she cute as she did at the moment; clearly happy and he found that's all he ever wanted for her. So who was he to try and burst her bubble. "Fine you can say it all you want...I don't think you'll continue to use it so openly after today anyway." Derek had no way of knowing if he was right or not but that didn't stop him from seeming overly confident in his claim.
His hands found their way up under the jersey that now hid her delicious body from sight, his fingers danced dangerously over her skin; threatening to tickle her if she weren't to careful with what she said. His eyebrow hiked up at her comment about men not being smart enough and he thought he'd have to use his secret weapon, his fingers quickly moved over her flawless skin to the spot he knew was best to attack. "Don't throw me in with other men Bree." His fingers stopped teasing her skin as she admitted to enjoying the ride, a fact that had a cocky smirk rise to the surface; he hadn't been surprised she would. That was the beauty of being as confident in your abilities as he was. As she had to stand on her tippy toes to reach his ear he was shocked by what she was telling him; when the fuck did she become so car savvy? "Keep talking like that and I may just have to make you eat words right here right now." Grinning devilishly he lifted her off the group and kissed her neck, teasing the sensitive area to get her all worked up.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance at her lips leaving her so she could pout over him not liking her cooking, caressing her sides he looked into those sad big brown eyes of hers. "You were alright...but your skills are best used elsewhere." At the moment he couldn't think where as his mind was on getting her clothes off once again; she provoked it with her talk of cars.
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Post by aubrey rose jenkins on Feb 2, 2012 8:54:37 GMT -5
Bree had found calling him her boyfriend cute and fun only when he was shrugging off the word, but now that he'd flat out given her permission to use it she wondered if it'd hold the same appeal. "What, you don't think i'm going to stand on on the rooftops hollering that you're my boyfriend? I should pass out Darius Whitfield is my boyfriend flyers," she chuckled knowing she'd never do something lame like that. Honestly she didn't think she'd broadcast it at all, so if people never found out who the hell was she to care? It's not like it'd change the perspective of their relationship if people knew or not.
As his fingers crept up under her jersey favoring her skin she felt herself flinch when he ran over sensitive areas, a smile creeping onto her face as she held back any/all laughter. Damn, being ticklish was such a bother. When his hands landed on the most sensitive area of skin of hers she stopped smiling and stared at him blankly with eyes as wide as silver dollars. Would he or won't he tickle her? "I'll try to remember that." She grinned, of course she knew he wasn't like most other men, and that was one thing she liked about him.
The second his lips met her neck Bree had almost forgotten about what they were talking about, but at least she knew her car references were spot on for him to be putting all attention on her like this. She'd tilted her head to the side some letting the sensitive skin of her neck became even easier accessable, but when she felt his lips no longer on that sensitive skin she had another reason to pout. It didn't take long for her to stop pouting and instead smirk at his words. "Oh yeah, and where would that be?" She had a feeling she knew what him and his one track mind was referring to, but since she was sitting on a cloud right now she'd oblige. "I'm guessing i'd look better without this one too?" She asked, tugging at her shirt.
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Feb 2, 2012 18:46:16 GMT -5
Finding that sweet spot a wicked smile stretched out his lips as hers disappeared from sights, and resembled a deer caught in headlights with her big brown doe eyes opened as wide as seemed possible; he'd swear they were about to pop out of her head at any moment. All the power he had in his hands was enough get the upper hand in any situation he realized, as long as she let him get close enough she'd find herself in trouble. "Bree Bree whatever is the matter?" Derek's fingers moved against the area, but just barely though if she were as ticklish there as he thought even the slightest touch would get to her.
He hadn't expected that question to spring forth from her lips and had to release her with one hand to run his fingers through his hair as he tried to look deep in thought about the answer; not that any thought was needed. "I'd say in the bedroom but frankly darlin we might just do it anywhere..." Hopefully she'd gotten it out of her system that they have to have sex in bed; if she even had it in her head to begin with. "You do look better without clothes on." Derek nodded his head overly enthusiastically, but what guy wouldn't after seeing what he'd seen; his girl was hot in clothes but out of them he couldn't even find the words to describe it.
"I can help you take it off...we both know you're professional here but I can get you naked no problem." Teasing her about the one time she'd, drunkenly, come up to him and taken his shirt right off his back might be a low blow as he knew she didn't want to talk about it. But how could he pass it up when it was staring him in the face. There was no wiping the cheeky smirk off his face as he began slowly remove the jersey she had on, not waiting to see if she needed his help or not.
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