Defining Intimacy (*Josh*)
Jan 19, 2009 3:22:46 GMT -5
Post by Kristen Cabell on Jan 19, 2009 3:22:46 GMT -5
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۞ ۞ ۞ After checking meticulously for anyone who may have followed her off campus – i.e. nosy Tyler and anyone else he’d been referring to in their conversation – Kristen made her way over to a now familiar place. One she could walk with her eyes closed, where no other student was allowed to go. Or woman…well, at least she hoped. They hadn’t really defined their relationship, if there even was one…so she always wondered. In fact she wondered the entire walk to his place. Her skirt bellowed in the wind, chilling her to the bone, she’d resorted to not wearing any stockings just for compromise sake. Rolling her eyes, she wrapped her arms around her, wrapped her scarf tighter and pressed on through the wind, eyes watering as gusts blew into them. Why had she warn the stupid skirt, even her boots weren’t helping much. Well at least she had someone who could make her hot, even with the slightest look, waiting for her. It made her smile. Minutes – seemingly hours – later she arrived at his plce, pulling up the hood to her jacket as she slipped through the door that someone held open for her, thanking them briefly and making her way up the stairs and towards Josh’s apartment. She was slightly paranoid by who may have been watching and oddly thankful for large hoods and scarves. At least they wouldn’t have to hide for much longer, giving that she’d be graduating soon. It was such a hassle. When she’d reached the door, her hand darted out shakily – she was shivering slightly from the differences in temperature – turning the doorknob and pushing the door open, stepping inside and closing it, thankful for the heat that engulfed her. “Josh?” she called, slipping off her hood and her coat, and unraveling her scarf and hanging them inside of his hall closet before walking into his living room and plopping onto the couch. She smiled as she crossed her legs, shrugging her shoulders and pressing cold hands between her thighs. Closing her eyes and sighing lightly, she sunk into the back of his couch, ignoring the odd feeling her ponytail caused. |