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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 29, 2009 3:12:32 GMT -5
Unlike Roland, Riley could name several instances when she heard her parents fighting. Her father leaving wasn't all that much of a shock... Just that he didn't take her with him and never came back for her.
It was ironic, then, that the girl who ran away and left it all behind had abandonment issues.
"Promise?" she asked. "I don't think they should ever hear us fight. It would scare them."
Like Riley had been. She didn't mean to act out of control, she had just been scared. Kids were impressionable.
She sighed and shook these thoughts from her mind. She was content in his arms, and she didn't have to worry about the baby hearing anything for a few more months yet.
"You're such a romantic sap," she teased him. "Don't ever change that."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 29, 2009 13:02:18 GMT -5
He noticed that she said "them" instead of "her" or "him." Maybe she was trying to be gender-neutral, or maybe she was thinking about having more than one, but he decided not to comment on it. After all, they were going to have to see how they did with the first one before they could think about having more. He would have been happy, no matter what.
Her next comment, however, caused him to make a face. "Don't go spreading that around," he said, giving her one of his crooked grins. "It'll totally ruin my reputation. I'm only a sap for you. I think you bring it out in me."
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Post by Riley Neves on Nov 29, 2009 14:25:45 GMT -5
Riley laughed. "That's a lie. You're deeply romantic and you're a sap to anyone. But you only let me and Amandine see it. It's a good trait, you know."
She kind of liked that he still played the tough guy with everyone else. She felt like he was sharing some sacred part of him. It was the tough guy she fell for, but the romantic she was in love with now.
"Next time, what about Spain? You can show me where your family's from?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Nov 29, 2009 16:29:16 GMT -5
Roland smiled and shook his head. "I was never a romantic before you. Or maybe I was, but I didn't know it. But I still think I needed you to bring it out of me. And I could be kind of sappy where my family was concerned, though, I'll give you that."
He leaned down and kissed her deeply. "I really didn't expect to fall in love with you. I had no idea how powerful it could be."
He smiled softly at the idea of going to Spain. The idea had occurred to him before, but he had never really been there himself. Though he had Spanish blood, his family was really very English. "We could go sometime. I've never actually been there myself, so we'd both be discovering it together. But I'd have to learn some more useful phrases."
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Post by Riley Neves on Dec 5, 2009 14:48:33 GMT -5
"See, I still have a hard time believing that. You're a very romantic person, and I know other people have seen that about you." After all, he had a way of romancing women, though she didn't think sourly on this. They were both allowed their pasts, and he was really good with Ama. Maybe he and his mother got into sometimes, but she knew he loved Cara anyway.
Riley laughed at the comment about learning more 'useful' phrases. "Roland, you don't need any phrases to work on me. They just help speed things along a little."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 5, 2009 16:52:33 GMT -5
He had long ago convinced himself that he was not romantic, that he was too practical. But whether he'd realized it or not, he had romanced each of the women he'd been with in the past. He had never made false promises to them, and had only offered one night, but each of those women remembered that night fondly. And he'd never realized that the vague, unfulfilled longing he'd felt upon each of their departures was the need to find someone that he wouldn't want to let go.
But he'd found that person now, and he understood so much more about himself because of her. He could see himself through her eyes, and what he saw surprised him. He had always seen himself as a tough guy who loved deeply but kept people at a distance, but now he saw just how passionate and romantic he really was. He owed that to her.
"Maybe I am. I never realized it before, though. I've never loved anyone the way I love you."
It was very important to him to make sure she knew that, and believed it. Whatever else he had done in the past, he had never shared as much of himself with another person.
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Post by Riley Neves on Dec 6, 2009 1:33:20 GMT -5
Riley smiled at those words, and yes, she believed them. She felt much the same way, though it was truer to say that she'd never loved anyone at all except him, which was why it was so hard for her to let go. The feelings and the complete lack of control were terrifying to her.
Bbut she had let go, mostly, and found that he was there at the bottom, ready to catch her when she fell. The thought literally gave her chills, and she pressed her body closer to his.
"Are you trying to get lucky again? Because it might be working."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 7, 2009 0:35:23 GMT -5
He chuckled deep in his throat and leaned in for another kiss. "I already am lucky," he said. "You're here with me, and I'm happier than I ever could have imagined being."
It was amazing how quickly a person's priorities could change. He had once had two great passions in life, his family and his job. While his love for his family hadn't changed, his job was beginning to fade into the background. It was important, and he wanted to get back to it, but right now, he just wanted to lose himself in Riley and let the rest of the world fend for themselves. Was that selfish?
"I love you so much," he murmured while he began to slide the tips of his fingers along her shoulders and arms.
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Post by Riley Neves on Dec 8, 2009 20:59:04 GMT -5
Riley smiled, though his words gave her the chills. "You are trying to get laid again," she teased. "It's working so well, too," she added, pressing her lips against his. She loved the way he touched her, even with just his fingertips running over her arms. It made her ache to have more contact, innocent or not.
"I love you so much, too. More than anything. Thank you for not giving up on me. I'd miss this."
There was so much she would have missed without him, the way he pushed her, frustrated her, loved her.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 8, 2009 21:19:50 GMT -5
Roland smiled as he brushed his lips against her throat. "Honestly, you make it sound like I only ever want one thing," he teased. "I mean, I don't deny that I'd love nothing better than to make love to you constantly, but I'd be just as content to just hold you and kiss you, if that's what you wanted."
How was it possible that her simple declaration of love always sent such a thrill running through him? He'd never understood the power of those words before, but when he said them to her, he meant it with his whole heart. And when she said them back, he knew that she meant them just as fiercely as he did. It was a powerful, heady feeling and he knew he could never get enough of it.
"I'll never give up on you," he promised.
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Post by Riley Neves on Dec 8, 2009 21:54:58 GMT -5
"Really? It's pretty much all I think about," Riley said, quite clearly joking. Naturally, as a woman, she thought about several things all at once.
She shifted so that she was on her side, her chin in her hand. "I love when you make love to me, and when you hold me, when you talk to me, and when we just in each other's presence. There's nothing about us that I don't love, so it doesn't matter what we do... even if you only have a one track mind. I'll ride the train wherever it goes. It's you and me, right?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 8, 2009 23:05:33 GMT -5
"We really are perfect together, aren't we?" he murmured, trailing kisses along her collarbone. "I'm so glad Amandine forced us to kiss under the mistletoe. I never would have tried again, if not for that."
Those days were now just distant memories, and the magic that was between them seemed to cancel out everything that had once kept them apart.
His hands were now beginning to wander, and it wasn't long before the conversation faded, and they were lost in each other once again.
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Post by Riley Neves on Dec 9, 2009 0:01:04 GMT -5
"I was so frustrated with her that. I just remembering wondering how she couldn't see that you and I were arguing... Now I realize she knew. Your sister's just devious. But you're a liar, you know? You would have kept trying. You've never been one to give up that easily."
A long time later, after more sweet words and holding each other, Riley could see the sun about to start it's downward trek. "We should head to the beach soon, or we'll miss the sunset. And we can get dinner at that restaurant I was telling you about after."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 9, 2009 15:07:34 GMT -5
Roland glanced toward the window and smiled. “We wound up spending most of the day in bed, anyway, didn’t we?” he said. “I suppose you’re right… we should get out for a little while. That way we can come back and do this all over again, right?”
He smiled and kissed her lightly. It was still so tempting to just stay here in bed with her, but they really were going to have to break this habit. Sooner or later, they would have to go back to work, back to reality, and they just couldn’t spend all of their time alone together in bed.
“All right, let’s do this before we change our minds,” he said, sitting up.
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Post by Riley Neves on Dec 9, 2009 18:38:14 GMT -5
Riley almost replied that she knew the beach was pretty private, but she bit her tongue. She might get herself into a situation that she knew she wouldn't be comfortable in. Besides, what if they weren't the only ones on the beach?
"I have to change into a swimsuit. I've always hated walking around in wet pants." She smiled and kissed him again, like she couldn't get enough of the taste of his lips. Finally, she pulled away from him and sat up, looking down at him. "I love you. Have I told you that yet today?" she added with a little laugh, knowing she said it a thousand times. She used to be so terrified of those words, and now she couldn't stop saying them.
The sheet wrapped around her, she got up, going to her suitcase.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 10, 2009 7:50:34 GMT -5
"You might have mentioned it a few times," he teased with a grin. "But it's OK. I like hearing it. And I love you, too."
He sat there a moment, watching her as she walked to her suitcase with the sheet still wrapped around her. It was cute how she could still be so shy, but there was a part of him that wished she would just let go. It was just him, after all, and he knew her body by heart. Still, he didn't say anything, and slowly got up from the bed and headed over to his own suitcase to get some clothes.
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Post by Riley Neves on Dec 10, 2009 14:47:07 GMT -5
Her shyness really had nothing to do with Roland at all. It was just her. She felt like she had tamed quite a bit since getting together with Roland, or maybe it was knowing she had others to look out for now that she wasn't so bold in her personal life. She had Roland and a child now. Somehow, she had just gotten shy. Forget the fact that she'd been naked in front of Geoffrey before... she would never tell this to Roland, though.
She pulled out a red swimsuit and then pulled on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt over it, turning to search for Roland.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 10, 2009 22:03:24 GMT -5
He was already dressed, having pulled his jeans on over his swimming trunks, and was now buttoning a black shirt. He was wearing the same jeans as before, since of course, they had the ring in them. Hopefully, she wouldn't ask any questions about it.
When she turned to look at him, he smiled. "You look beautiful," he told her. Sometimes he would just look at her and feel utterly amazed at just how beautiful she really was. And that she wanted anything to do with him. "Are you ready?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Dec 11, 2009 4:37:10 GMT -5
"You pick strange times to tell me that, sometimes." Her hair was down and a little mussed, she wasn't dressed up nicely, and it was strange for him to call her beautiful. But it boosted her confidence immsensly. He looked particularly attractive, however, so she supposed she had little room to talk.
She didn't even notice that he was wearing the same pants, and probably wouldn't have cared if she did. She grabbed a small bag that she magically stuffed two sweaters (one for each of them), and two blankets into, and nodded. "I'm ready. You have the room key?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 11, 2009 23:03:38 GMT -5
Roland shrugged. "Maybe I tell you when I think you need to hear it," he replied. "You always look beautiful to me. I don't need you see you all dressed up... or dressed at all, really," he added with a wink.
He checked his pocket for the room key, then spotted it on the table beside the bed. How he had managed to keep the presence of mind to put the room key on the table earlier was completely beyond him, but he walked over and grabbed it.
"All right, I'm ready," he said, looping his arm through hers. "Let's go to the end of the world."
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