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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:56 am
This was nice.. but, still, ******** hard. He kept trying to rush things, from unclasping her bra and pulling at her shirt, to dragging and leading her to the closest bedroom, but then he had to remind himself that this wasn't.. this was Blaire. Blaire hadn't done anything before, this would be a first, and he couldn't treat it like he would a common slut they found at a bar. They ended up inside Ellie's room, unknowingly to Conor, since, for one, the last time he had explored the house knowing who slept where, he was nine. And there was the fact he was busy trying to calm down. ********, this was Blaire – he.. he used to play with her at the park and throw rocks at her whenever they had a fight, went fishing every Saturday for however long the girl was willing to stay.. She was like a sister then, not that he consciously thought that, but now she had.. he had turned her into something more. It was weird, complicated, and he couldn't help wondering if this was a good idea or if maybe he was just trying to make something his at the expense of someone else, but then he remembered he didn't have to think about that anymore. There only was Blaire.
Conor helped her onto the bed.
~Time-Skip~
It was probably a really good thing that Conor kept a condom in his back pocket. Keith was pretty ******** neurotic when it came to protection and, if they were gonna randomly bang a chick, they both better have at least ******** two. Not that Conor would have really remembered that, but Blaire was smart enough to ask before they really got into it. The last thing Conor needed right then was a pregnant Blaire or giving her an STD or something. He didn't think he had anything, but, well, he had to be careful. That was only a small part of his mind, though. Conor was paying more attention to Blaire as he pulled out and moved to hold her. He wasn't the sentimental sort, so, while it may seem he was trying to sooth the girl after her first time, it was more Conor trying to console himself. His first time without Keith. ..He didn't think he could do it.. And it felt really.. wrong.. He didn't want to think of it like that, but that was the only word he had for it. He frowned and squeezed her tighter, setting his head over hers to take a deep breath.
Usually, pillow talk with Conor ended up in him lighting a joint and laughing at the ceiling. Buut, Keith had taken the pot. So, Conor didn't know what to do or say.. He glanced down at the girl and cleared his throat, opening his mouth to say something, but shutting it again with a blank look. Uh.. yeah.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 10:16 am
 _________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Well... this wasn't exactly in her plans today. Get home, settle in, possibly clean... losing virginity wasn't there was it? She could bet it wasn't. Blaire was trying to figure out how to... react to this. It was her first time, and aside from the pain at first, it was an awkward feeling right now. Not bad though, just unsure.
The girl took a deep breath as Conor moved to hold her. While the guy was having his mind derail him on what he did, Blaire's was, well actually doing the same. It wasn't bad, though she couldn't exactly compare to anything. Slowly enough that awkwardness began to dissolve with remembering this was Conor, and she wanted to do this. Any other reader would grasp it was a heat of the moment thing.
Having the male's presence next to her did help. Blaire still was at a loss for words, maybe actions, except moving closer to Conor, if it was possible, slightly nuzzling her head with his. Her arm moved over to his chest, placed over it, as she turned slightly to the side, just enough to have her body face Conor's side. The two pigtails she had were long gone, possibly at the hallway, which left only a mess of long white hair.
"...Hey..." she managed to say after a moment or two, realizing one thing now. She was sleepy.
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mintysprig rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:16 pm
~Morning!~
Considering Conor wasn't used to getting up early at all, it surprised even the boy when he was up at around seven in the morning, maybe three or four hours after he fell asleep. He didn't look very good when he carefully got out of bed, feeling sick for reasons much outside of a common bug. He took awhile to get out of bed and even longer to get out of the room, choosing to stand beside the bed and watch her sleep for as long as he could stand it. Last night hadn't felt real. The last few days didn't feel 'real', for that matter. As he headed out of the too clean room and into the way too white bathroom to shower, he couldn't help feeling uneasy. It wasn't like being at the inn or in the shitty apartment him and Keith lived in back in the city, it was.. ********, it was weird. He almost wanted to break something just to get some kind of homely feel to it, but.. he didn't want to ruin anything. Not yet.
Instead, Conor made pancakes.
Yes, Conor was inside the kitchen after a quick shower, wearing the pants he had on last night – if only briefly – and using the oven. Oh, don't be afraid – the boy wasn't burning the place down. Just his fingers. Repeatedly. By the time he had one pancake done, his right hand and part of his left was pulsing from multiple, minor burns as he grabbed the pan wrong, dropped the spatula inside the pan to only spend a few minutes trying to take it back out.. Multiple things. He didn't mind it much as, well, he felt like he deserved that. For both being a crappy cook and a crappy person. He was over cursing himself for acting like a bleeding soul over it, since, ********, that was what he felt like. Let the teen act however he wanted, ********! He was learning! ...Well, he thought he was, at least.
((Dice for how well the pancakes turn out! 8D ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 7:52 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ It wasn't that late, maybe an hour after Conor woke up that Blaire was stirring in her sister's bed. The girl lazily opened her eyes, sitting up slowly as she remembered which bedroom this was. Ellie's? Oh... right... It wasn't a dream. She had slept with Conor. What an... odd feeling. Where was the boy anyways? It didn't take long for the murmurs of cursing to roam the quiet home, which had Blaire smile lightly to know he was still there. However she should check what he was up to. Though clothes would be nice. She didn't feel like rummaging through a wardrobe right now, so she simply pulled out a nightgown that covered enough before looking for the boy.
It didn't take long to find him arguing with a pan. The smell kind of said how bad this was going. She couldn't help but shake her head at him with a small smile as she stopped by the kitchen doorway. "Morning. Need some help?" she asked, taking a few steps inside. This was... so weird. Being like this, with him here. She had just woken up, and he didn't look that well either, but for completely different reasons.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 1:51 am
He turned his head back to say something, when a puff of flour consumed him for a second before settling on every surface it could reach – most visibly, all over Conor. He dropped the pan back onto the stove top, which he had lifted in brief panic when the white smoke filled the air. A loud crash and it bounced off of the stove and onto the ground, dropping whatever 'batter' that wasn't burned to the pan onto the floor, leaving the still very hot pan to slap into his bare feet for a quick moment. He let out a yelp inbetween the string of curses as he jumped back into the island opposing the stove top and huddled ontop of it, nursing his throbbing foot. Yeah, he could ignore the quick burns on his hands, but, <********> it was hard to ignore his whole foot having a piping hot pan dropped onto it! He decided in that event that, while fire was cool as hell, being burned alive wouldn't be. Nope. It ******** hurt.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:43 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Did... that just really happen? Blaire was starting to worry at the smell, even more when having glanced at the pan, now it was just full blown silent panic. He-Oh-Damn! This wasn't good... and then he dropped the pan. She winced slightly seeing... well how things were going for him, all ending in pain.
Now that he was on the island... and in pain, she would give a hand. Blaire opened her mouth to say something but instead closed it once more, hiding that slight smile to what happened. Hey... it was a little funny, if you ignored the fact that he was hurt. After finding a pair of oven mitts, the teenager picked up the pan carefully and left it at the sink. She then moved to the stove, dodging the batter in the floor (hell is she was going to do the same), to turn it off and then jumping over to the fridge. Some ice should help Conor, and Blaire wrapped a couple of ice in a makeshift bag of napkins to give to the boy. "Put it... anywhere that got hit by the pan" she told him. She would've said his feet... but it was more than that. "I'm going to go get a mop" she told him with a small smile before heading off the room to the hallway closet.
Soon enough she was back to clean up the mess with a mop in hand and went to do it. Poor guy... he really shouldn't be in the kitchen.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 1:21 am
He was distracted once more by Blaire coming back, turning his head in her direction while she worked. Flour everywhere, batter sluggishly spreading on the ground, and a pathetic excuse for a cook huddled on the kitchen island. “..S-.. Uh, I was making us breakfast.” He stated after a second of silence, his intended phrase being cut off by a second thought. He didn't need to apologize for something he was doing for her! It wasn't his fault if he forgot some ingredients. He watched the mop scrub the floor idly before taking another chance to speak. “I didn't cook much before.” He pointed that out to try and excuse himself, clearing his throat, “It would've tasted better than it looked.” Probably. Okay, no, not really, but he could pretend.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 6:04 am
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Cleaning up took a pause when the girl heard Conor. The cleaning could honestly wait because it was a lot. How those bubbles managed to cover practically the whole kitchen, she couldn't really understand. "Thanks for trying anyways" she said with a small smile. It was sweet, that he tried... even if it backfired. "Yeah... I kinda figured." Who wouldn't have? With this mess? And the smell? "Maybe..." replied Blaire, honestly lying there. Well not completely, it could've tasted good... if you were starving?
It took a bit but, Blaire managed to get the floor cleaned, or well most of it. There was still a few corners to get, and the counters. She'd get those later, but right now she went over to the blond at the island. He looked really really tall from her point of view, but one could pit it to the four foot boost the island gave him. "How's your foot?"
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 6:33 am
But, he didn't say a word. Conor simply watched Blaire from the island until she was finished and then approached him. He looked to his foot, then back at her as he moved the drippy clump of napkins and ice from his foot. “It's good.” Well, it still hurt some, but not enough to really bother him anymore. What got to him now was all the flour everywhere. “Uh, you wanna.. eat out or some s**t?” He offered instead with a second of wait. Cooking was out already, obviously, and they both should be hungry. After last night's energy usage, he was sure the girl was starving, at least. He wasn't in the mood for a good appetite himself, but that wasn't the point. He scooted from the island, a tiny throb when the afflicted foot hit the ground. “I need to shower first..” He pointed out before she could say yay or nay to the first question, turning to her. “..You take one yet?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:36 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ "Sure. Kitchen's in no condition to be used anyways" replied the girl with a small laugh. Hey if you looked at it, forgetting you had to clean it, it did look funny. You still had to question how the hell it happened... but those are just moments that happen. She smiled some at that. He was better now and... she was hungry. Chances were he was too.
A shower? "No, I haven't. You want to go ahead first?" asked Blaire, innocently might we add. It was Conor after all... which to anyone else would mean otherwise. If he did, then she could clean up a bit until then. Or not really.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:41 pm
He left the bathroom door open while he tugged off his pants, leaning over to the shower to turn on the water and get a temperature that would suit Blaire. She figured she would like something warmer than the cold water Conor had started to take to. He could start to mentally spout out some angst-garble on how he felt better that way, but he refrained from doing that for the sake of Blaire. He would just be put back into a mood and the girl had dealt with that enough. He needed to at least try to be happy with her.. Because he was. He always was happy with Blaire, but content.. He frowned – ah, ********, he couldn't stop the mood from coming. He sighed gruffly and leaned out of the bathroom to shout, “You coming?” It had been a minute too long to wait for her and, though Conor didn't give a s**t if he wasted water or not, he didn't like to wait. He'd just end up mulling over things again.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 3:23 am
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ It only took the girl a minute to come to terms that there was no way she was cleaning this up today. Or now anyways... No sooner had she let go of the mop Conor's voice could be heard through the house. He was done? No it was too fast. Maybe he needed something? Who knew. Blaire did know what he meant when she got to the bathroom. Oh... both of them... Not that she would say no but... that wasn't what she had in mind. They were together, right? Couples did this sort of stuff. That thought didn't rid that slight red in her face that crept up for a moment. She smiled slightly to the teenager and went on to get that pajama off. It felt weird... but not in a bad way. Though now she was pushing him into the bathroom because it was cold out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 5:24 pm
After that, there.. really wasn't anywhere else either knew of trying. Lucas's was out, since Conor was torn between awkwardness and anger around the guy, and.. Yeah. There wasn't anything they could do. By that point, anyway, Conor had been too out of it to eat or say anything. Since when could anything go well with him? Ah, yes, Conor was on a self-pity trip – at least he didn't bore the reader with it or Blaire. He had asked for some alone time, so she went home while he had went for a long walk. By the time he got home, it was dark and Conor had his hands tucked in his pockets as always, but he didn't look as bad as he had before. ..He looked.. Happier, if possible. He was grinning like he used to be and humming, but it didn't have much of a beat – just a straight, flat hum he picked up and dropped at his own leisure. The door was unlocked, so Conor easily came in without much worry – hell, he didn't have a worry anyway! He wasn't sure why he could have ever been worried ever – he was Conor ******** Alvey who always had everything ******** figured out! Just like this! “Hey, Blaire!” He called excitedly from the kitchen, bouncing on his heels while he waited for the girl to come out.
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