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Post by cain on Oct 6, 2012 0:38:41 GMT
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A breathy chuckle escaped his lips as she mentioned that fact that he was cute. As he peered down his lashes at her he grinned and couldn't bite back a playful retort, "Cute? I was going for ruggedly handsome." It just slipped off of his tongue so fluidly, including the dashing hitch of the corner of his lips. When she stepped out of the car, he had shut the door softly behind her, wanting to start at the complete beginning into helping her into the vehicle. except all thoughts left when he looked back at her and she was nearly eye level with him, taller because of the heels and her gaze was pooling into his green ones. He knew that look. Had seen it when ever she wanted him to do something that he would usually be against; spending the night in her room most times on the floor behind her parents' back, driving her and Lola to the mall, and (the most common one) giver her details about something that he was trying to keep a surprise. He had practically avoided looking her in the eyes for a whole month when he was trying to keep his present of a trip to Italy under wraps; she had definitely known something was up them and he was a sucker for those eyes. "Isabelle," he frowned slightly and slightly whined for her to stop and not make him tell, using her full name. His bottom lip curled in and he pinned it against his teeth when it didn't seem to work. It would have been so easy to just say it. 'Oh yeah, tonight I planned on a romantic picnic with food I cooked all myself. Then later I planed on some music for maybe a dance or to as the sun sets. After that, a moonlight boat ride that I literally had to beg my friend to borrow. I even got champagne.' But no, he had to resist.
Reluctantly lifting one of his hands he put it over his eyes and grasped blindly for the passenger side handle to open it with his other. If he couldn't see her eyes they wouldn't affect him; that was his logic. Jerking the car door open once again, he held it open to her, his other hand still covering his eyes. "I guess you'll just have to be patient Izzy, but in the mean time," Cain gave a half bow and jerked her head toward to empty car before he continued, "Your chariot awaits." Now, he couldn't see her, so he guessed she was either pouting or rather annoyed that he wasn't going to give anything away. But after her was sure he heard her reenter the car and sit down, the man remove his hand from his eyes and shut her door with a click and a smile. There was a small crack in his resolve that let his excitement for the evening show through, as he spontaneously slid across the hood of the mustang to get back around to the driver's side. Plopping himself back in his seat he re-clicked his seat belt and turned to key to kick start the purr of the engine. Tilting his head toward his impeccably dressed date, he rested his palms on the steering wheel, "Don't fret, Izzy, you'll love your surprise date." Cain's voice purred right along with the engine before he pulled away from the curb and started the drive.
MAN WHO CAN'T BE MOVED
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Post by isabelle on Oct 9, 2012 21:18:21 GMT
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | Izzy smiled at him. she could have been one of those girls who didn’t make it easy for him, but the truth was that she actually made things quite easy for him and probably boosted his ego quite a lot too because she was just that kind of person and found it quite easy to do it. she really did like him, and wasn’t going to let herself fall so fast but she pretty much was falling for him all over again, and it made her realise that she had never really gotten over him the first time. how could she of when she was finding it this easy to fall back in love with him again? Yes, he had cheated, he had been wrong, but he was basically her first and only true love. there was some part of her that believed that she may never have been able to get over him completely anyway, even if she had never seen him again, though chances were that they could have come across each other at some point, and it had been this point in their lives when this had happened. Izzy was now a model and looked completely different to how she was in school. apart from prom night when she had asked him to come along. although for his prom night she had still looked the same, there were some differences but that hadn’t mattered because no one else in her school year had seen her there.
how about we go for cute AND ruggedly handsome? she smiled at him. Izzy was so at ease with him. nothing how it had been between her previous boyfriend. he had been a bit of a control freak and just…well Izzy had a hard time with him, and he often saw things differently to her. he certainly hadn’t been the best boyfriend that he could have been, and she was glad that their relationship….weird as it sounds never went further than making out. Izzy had always made excuses somehow so it didn’t have to happen. she didn’t want it to happen because somehow it just didn’t feel right. it was right when it had happened with Cain. She had been seventeen and there hadn’t been anything stopping her, however when she was with her ex, she’d kept wondering whether it was the right thing to do. He never liked her making up excuses, but it had worked, until he just got bored of her and dumped her. she had been more relieved than anything though, and he had been one of the reasons why she had moved to New York, so she didn’t have to see him again, but of course Cain was the main reason.
Cain, you aren’t even going to tell me anything? she asked him. how do I know if I am suitably dressed? she asked him. one little clue? she pouted with her puppy dog eyes please, please pleeeeeeease? she whined. you normally can’t resist this look she teased him. she then leaned over and kissed his cheek and pulled away, blushing slightly but sporting a grin on her face. you know you want to she grinned.
LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR CAIN. IT HAS 528 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, FINALLY REPLIED!. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE |
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Post by cain on Oct 10, 2012 23:03:40 GMT
His lips twitched up at her smile. To him it was contagious, but he wouldn't have stopped his own warm smile if he could. Guess he would have to settle for both cute and handsome, well he wasn't about to argue anymore, cute and handsome was a pair he could get use to being called. Still, no amount of flattery was going to get him to tell her anything about his carefully planned out and organized date. And in truth, Cain had never really tried as hard has he had for dates. Sure he always came up with, what some guys would call, sweet romantic stuff, but he hadn't spend days planning any of those. At tops he use to spend a few hours putting things together, for today alone he had to ask two favors, look up good picnic spots, look up good picnic food, make the food himself (which took longer then he would like to admit) and put together a nice semi-causal but serious appearance. Needless to say it had be a busy past three days.
After the spur of the engine, he heard her speak up, and he glanced over at her. Though Cain had wished that he hadn't because once he did the adorable pout of her lips and the sparkle in her pooling eyes tugged at his chest, making him feel guilty that he was leaving her in the dark. It was like he was hurting her, though he was sure that her sad look was all for play to manipulate him more, but still, he never liked to see her with that look on her pretty face. That's why he had hated himself so much after he told her that he had cheated on her for one night, he had caused that heartbreaking look of despair on her face and for a few months after he left, it was a hard image to forget. That was half the reason he was suck a sucker for that puppy dog begging expression now. Just as he was going to turn his head to answer her, he was stilled by her pressing her lips to his cheek. Warmth flooded from the point where he lips touched and he closed his eyes to revel in the moment before sighing an giving her what she wanted without opening his eyes, his voice breathy and pleased with a hint of a smile, "Let's hope you just like the fresh air and my home cooking." That should be a clue enough.
Giving his attention back to the road, he pulled away and started heading toward the exact spot that was local enough for a decent looking picnic. As he drove, he switched on the radio and let the current music play softly, even if the silence between them had been comfortable. His fingers drummed playfully on the wheel of the red '69 Mustang before he spoke up, "I'm not going to lie," he smiled sheepishly as he watched the road, "I kind of feel like a teenager again, you know all nervous and stuff." Sure Cain may talk a big game about how confident he was that she was going to like it and he may have been a bit of a sweet talker back in his high school days, but every date was like a 50/50 chance. A second later and he followed it up with mirthful comment, "And you know, I'm also worried if I'm a good-kisser when I finally work up the courage to kiss the girl I'm with." He grinned at the end of that one, he knew for a fact that he was a good-kisser, he just wanted to hear her take on it. She had never actual told him before.
He wanted to look over at her but he figure taking his eyes off the road wasn't exactly a good way to start the second first date, it plus to was evening and he knew that with a few more turns he'd make it too Central Park soon. Just a few more minutes, if they caught all of the green lights and were lucky enough to avoid the traffic.
MAN WHO CAN'T BE MOVED
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