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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 13, 2008 10:25:22 GMT -5
Claire gave him a wicked grin. "I was wondering when you were maybe going to ask that," she replied wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning up to press her lips against his in responding to his question.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 13, 2008 22:55:19 GMT -5
Tristan kissed her passionately, losing himself in the kiss. Soon he found himself unable to think a coherent thought. What was it about her that was making him feel this way? Pulling away from her for a quick second, he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, before he began kissing her again.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 14, 2008 13:58:49 GMT -5
Claire bit her bottom lip when Tristan pulled off his shirt, then welcomed his lips again. Getting herself lost in everything, she automatically started to run her hands up and down his torso. His skin was soft underneath her fingertips as she gently caressed his back.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 15, 2008 13:42:52 GMT -5
Tristan shivered as Claire ran her hands up and down his torso and back. Her touch was like an electric spark, and he felt like he was burning up from the energy of it. What was it about her that made him feel this way? He had never felt it before. He closed his eyes and kissed her deeply for a long, breathless moment. Then he began moving his lips down the edge of her jawline to her neck. As his hands began to wander, he had the fleeting thought that they might not make it to the bedroom...
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 15, 2008 14:06:57 GMT -5
Claire closed her eyes and her body felt sensitive to his every touch, which wasn't usual. She started to get lost in moment and let her body take control.
She slowly awoke to feel a body beside her. Claire looked over to Tristan's sleeping form and looked around. Somehow during the night, they ended up making it into the bedroom. How that happened, she didn't know and figured that she wouldn't ever know. Last night had been fun, correction, last night was the best night she had had in over a year. A smile formed on her face as she continued to look at him. She leaned over and kissed his jawline.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 15, 2008 22:22:36 GMT -5
Tristan was sound asleep, drifting through a sea of strangely comforting dreams. He saw himself as a child, laughing and playing with his friends. He dreamed about playing in the snow, throwing snowballs and building snowmen. Wesley was in the dream, as well as some of his other childhood friends. After a fierce snowball fight, Tristan was called in by his parents, and he went inside to drink hot chocolate by the fire, as he curled up with his puppy, Sidney. He remembered feeling warm and comforted and happy. And loved.
It was a feeling Tristan hadn't truly experienced in a very long time. Not since that day. As he slowly began to wake up, he found himself longing for that feeling again. Why had he remembered that day now? He hadn't even thought of it in ages. He'd long since learned not to miss that feeling.
But he felt warm and comfortable right now. He wasn't sure why or how, but he liked the feeling. He wanted to snuggle under the blankets and stay there forever. What was wrong with him?
At that moment, as he was starting to remember what had happened last night, he felt a feather-light touch with the heat of fire against his jawline.
Claire.
Claire was still there with him. The thought of it brought a smile to his face. Memories from the night before flooded back to him in a wave. Was this why he felt so... happy? The thought would have been disturbing if it hadn't felt so nice.
Slowly he opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Morning," he said sleepily.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 16, 2008 9:07:17 GMT -5
Claire smiled happily as she kissed his jawline. This, especially for her was strange. No one else, other than Edmund, had made her smile like that. However, she decided not to question it and enjoy it while she could.
She stopped and looked down at him. "Morning," she said with the smile creeping back up on her face. Claire studied his face for a moment. He looked just as good as he did last night, even though he just woke up.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 16, 2008 23:05:03 GMT -5
A slow grin spread across his face. "Morning to you, too," he said. "I was almost afraid last night was a dream, and I was going to wake up alone this morning." He leaned up slightly and kissed her. "I had a great time last night. And you're even more beautiful this morning." He felt the strange desire to wrap his arms around her and pull the covers over their heads. He wanted to hide from the world and just enjoy being with her.
He had to be losing his mind.
"So, do you want me to make you some breakfast?" he asked
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 17, 2008 6:20:27 GMT -5
"Breakfast sounds great," said Claire. She leaned over and kissed his cheek before he got up. Once he left the room, she felt an empty feeling. She suddenly wished that he would come back and just take her in his arms. This was crazy! She wasn't supposed to start have some kind of feelings. It was supposed to be a night with no strings attached. However, Claire kept thinking about how good it felt to just be with him.
After she calmed her raging thoughts, she looked around the room. Her clothes were no where to be seen. Great. Now I have to find my clothes she thought. Before she found her clothes, she found one of Tristan's shirts and slipped it on. It was pretty big for her small frame, and it was sort of long. On her way to the kitchen, she noticed her clothes scattered through the house and laughed quietly. She would get them after breakfast. As she appeared in the kitchen, she smiled as Tristan's back was to her. Claire walked up behind him and put her arms around his middle, and planted a light kiss on his shoulder. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing one of your shirts. I couldn't find my clothes at the time," she said in a light whisper and a hint of laughter in her voice.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 17, 2008 22:19:32 GMT -5
Tristan was about to crack an egg when she walked in the room. A slow smile spread across his face, and he nearly dropped the egg on the floor. "Wow...." he said breathlessly. As she put her arms around him and kissed his shoulder, he had to fight the impulse to turn around and sweep her into his arms. "No, I definitely don't mind," he said in a strained voice. "I'm sure that shirt has never looked half that good on me."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 18, 2008 6:14:38 GMT -5
It felt right for her to have her arms around him like that. She felt a sense of happiness, but shook the feeling off. She just figured that it was just her head messing with her. Claire started to grin and kissed his shoulder again, before releasing him. She turned towards him and winked. "You look better without one," she said with a smile. Claire looked up to the cabinets. "Where do you keep your cups?"
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 19, 2008 14:30:03 GMT -5
Tristan smiled and shivered slightly as she moved away from him. He really wanted to stay like this all day, but he knew it wouldn't be possible. He had to get to work soon. And besides, the kinds of thoughts he was thinking were dangerous.
Shaking himself out of it, he glanced up at the cabinets. "Oh, right. The cups. Far left cabinet."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 19, 2008 14:44:57 GMT -5
Claire walked over to the far left cabinet and pulled out two cups. I could used to something like this she thought as she silently walked across the kitchen floor. Her thoughts were turning into thoughts that she shouldn't be thinking. She couldn't fall for Tristan, he was just part of a stupid bet that she agreed to, and after she left, she doubted that he would ever contact her again and vice versa. Claire knew that she would probably hit the floor if he did say something about maybe meeting again or something like that, but he didn't really seem like the type that would.
She fought these thoughts to leave her, then stood beside him, placing the cups on the counter. Claire didn't really feel right rambling in other people's things, unless she had to. "Do you have any orange juice or anything like that?"
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 22, 2008 1:22:38 GMT -5
Usually, after a night with a woman, Tristan couldn't wait for her to leave. Many times he'd slipped out in the middle of the night when he could. But strangely, today he was dreading the moment when she would have to leave. He wanted her to stay. But that was crazy. This was just a one night thing. Right? But his mind was thinking crazy thoughts that he couldn't seem to control.
As she spoke, he turned towards her and smiled. "Orange juice... yeah. I think so. I think it's on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator." He pointed toward his magical refrigerator that stayed cool with a simple cooling charm.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 22, 2008 8:18:57 GMT -5
Claire thought she would melt because of his smile. Wait, this was stupid. She couldn't really let him see that of her. Claire tried to clear her thoughts, but her thoughts wouldn't let her. She decided to just let them rage on, and maybe they would stop.
She walked over to the refrigerator and carefully bent down to get the orange juice. She shut the door as she stood up and took the orange juice over to were the cups were left. "Do you want any," she asked as she carefully poured the OJ into a cup.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 26, 2008 22:27:55 GMT -5
He was scrambling the eggs, not even thinking about why he was doing it by hand instead of using magic, and he found he couldn't stop staring at her. His eyes followed her as she walked to the refrigerator and bent down... a slow smile spread over his lips as he admired the view.
She was... mesmerizing. She had a glow about her that made it impossible to look away. But this was crazy... this was just supposed to be a meaningless fling. And yet... the chances were very good that he'd see her again, even if they didn't make another date. After all, they lived in the same building. How was he going to stay away from her, as he knew he should? Knowing that she was so close... it was going to make him nuts. He couldn't keep thinking about her like this...
He realized then that she was talking to him, and he shook his head to clear his mind. "Um, yeah, sure," he said haltingly. He wasn't even sure what he'd just agreed to, but he hoped it involved another date. Or at least a glass of orange juice.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 27, 2008 7:49:18 GMT -5
Claire had the strange desire to see Tristan again. She knew that she would probably see him again in the building, since they both lived there. However, she wanted to go out again with him. She decided that if he didn't say anything about going out again, maybe she would propose that they should go out again, and for her, the sooner the better. Claire didn't know where these feelings and thoughts were coming from. Sure, they confused her, but it felt nice to feel like that. She hadn't met another guy, until Tristan that could make her go nuts over them. In a strange way, she was happy with that.
Claire carefully poured his glass of orange juice and put it back into the refrigerator. She walked over to the table, setting both glasses down, then took a seat in a chair. Claire found herself glancing over to him, a smile spreading across her face as she watched him work.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 1, 2008 14:01:53 GMT -5
Tristan tried to focus on fixing breakfast, but he couldn't stop thinking about Claire. Knowing she was right there behind him, watching him, made him feel warm and terribly distracted. He kept feeling the urge to turn around and look at her, partially just to make sure she was still there, but also just to look at her. He was completely intoxicated by her, and it was a feeling he hadn't had since his days at Hogwarts when he'd loved Olivia from afar. Until now, he had always been infuriated that Wesley had stolen her from him... but suddenly it seemed not to matter anymore. Olivia was just a distant memory for him... and Claire was here, and so very beautiful...
He was acting like a fool. A disgusting, lovesick puppy. This couldn't continue, he told himself. After breakfast, she would leave and they would just be acquaintances who passed each other in the hallway. That was the way it was supposed to be.
The trouble was, he didn't want it to be that way.
Forcing these thoughts from his mind, he poured the eggs into a hot pan and began to cook them. It didn't take long, and after a few minutes, he scraped the eggs onto two plates that he summoned from the cabinet.
Bringing the plates to the table, he sat down across from her and said, "Here you go. Lucky for you, scrambled eggs is my specialty."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Apr 1, 2008 20:42:29 GMT -5
Nothing was making sense anymore. She shouldn't be feeling anything. Claire was not one of these people who get attached to someone in one of these one-night stands. However, Tristan was a different case, and she wasn't sure what to do. The best thing to do was to just 'forget' about what happened here and continue on with whatever she decided to do. She would more than likely pass him somewhere from time to time, but she would just give him a mere 'hello' and go on about her business. Although, Claire didn't really want to do that, but that's probably would be what was going to happen anyway, and there wouldn't really be anything she could do about it. Heck, Tristan probably wasn't having crazy thoughts like she was, so what was the point in continuing to think things in the way she was?
After breakfast, she would leave. She had to meet Edmund that morning any how. Claire would use the excuse of she had a few things to do, which really wasn't lying, and then after that, she would never really have contact with him again. Simple as that.
Claire laughed. "Well, thank you," she replied as he sat the plates on the table. "This is more than what I usually have for breakfast."
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Post by Tristan Collins on Apr 2, 2008 16:16:42 GMT -5
Tristan felt strangely out of breath as he looked at her across from him. He could almost imagine sitting across from her every morning at breakfast. As he took a slow sip from him glass of orange juice, he found himself thinking of how nice it would be to wake up every morning to see the sunlight shining on her blonde hair, and her lips curved up in a smile as she leaned in to kiss him.
No. No, no, no... this was crazy. He was sure she wasn't thinking crazy thoughts like that, so why was he allowing his mind to wander so recklessly? This was crazy and stupid. It was just a one night stand... one of many that he'd had with women he could barely remember. None of them had ever come close to doing this to him. Was he under a spell?
He set down his orange juice. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he said, keeping his voice light. "I'm usually in such a hurry in the morning that I don't have time to eat much of anything. I usually just grab a donut or a bagel or something."
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