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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 18:38:29 GMT -5
"That was mean." He griped, his fangs gone. "I had to do it suddenly, otherwise it would have bled a lot more... your heart would beat faster than it already is... and then I would have a tough time controlling the bleeding." He took a deep breath of her scent. He smelled her usual scent, her strength, her vitality... his eye twitched... her fertility. He shook his head. Nope... not gonna go there...nope nope nope. Then he smelt something that shouldn't have been there. Uneasiness... "Are you still unsure about this?" He asked softly, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her protectively. "I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... done that... I should have given you more time to think. I mean come on... it's not like we're..." He stopped... yes it was... married... he now felt horrible. Damnit... He was internally slapping himself. "I'm sorry." He pressed his face into her hair.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 18:48:25 GMT -5
"It's okay," she said softly, looking up at him. "I'm happy with the situation. Better to be with you than someone who'd, like... beat me, you know?" she laughed uneasily--not because he would do that, but because she was still confused about everything. "Jake... I love you." She said, closing her eyes.
Biting down on her lip, she knew that he loved her too. He wouldn't have "claimed" her if he didn't. "And you know what?" She said, standing up. "I'm not ashamed of it." She turned around and offered him her hand. "Let's go. I want to walk."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 19:04:12 GMT -5
"Eh?" He blinked at her. "A walk." He stood up and took her hand. "You really are short Gabs." He quipped. "I've never noticed that before." He grinned and looked away. It seemed that he had grown another inch since the last time she had seen him. "So... this makes you... my........." He blinked. "What exactly?" He tilted his head to the side as they walked.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 19:21:19 GMT -5
She stopped and pulled her hand out of his. She looked at the ground, her eyes wide. "Jake... don't... ever call me Gabs again..." She growled, breathing deep. "Just don't. Don't ask why. Just don't. And you can call me your paramour. I don't like the term girlfriend. It's very unattractive and childish." She walked next to him, her arms crossed. She didn't mean to be cross with him, but... she didn't want to be called Gabs. She'd never mentioned it to him before, so it wasn't his fault, but it still hurt to hear it. "It's pretty out, isn't it?" She asked, trying to make amends for her... burst of anger. "The sky. It's blue... dark blue. Night."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 19:31:34 GMT -5
"Sorry I called you that... I was just teasing... " He looked down. "It's him isn't it... David." He stated. He had heard about him once while she was talking in her sleep. Though she had never told him anything about him. "He used to call you that so you don't like anyone else to call you that." The werewolf bowed his head. He had to get this stuuff straight because otherwise... it wouldn't be an open relationship.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 19:36:47 GMT -5
She smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was a smile full of pain and regret. "No... David didn't call me Gabs. Not even my mother can call me Gabs. My... my father called me Gabs. Nobody else could get away with it, but he could. He was a great man, my father. He could make the best gumbo New Orleans had ever had the pleasure of eating." She stopped and took his hand. "I didn't mean to be cross with you, dawlin'. Nobody has even thought of calling me that... please don't say it again. I don't mean to be rude about it... but it's something that belongs to my father. I'll never see him again, so... I want it to be his. You understand, right?" She stopped him and looked him in the eyes. "My father would have loved you."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 19:52:12 GMT -5
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He laughed, trying to lighten the mood again. "I wish you would tell me about your home, in New Orleans..." He looked down at her. "But it's fine... don't worry about it." He then realized something. "Wait! Wait right here!" He ran back the way they came and returned a few minutes later with the package in his hands. "I want you to open it." He watched her open it, his brown eyes sparkling with delight. Inside the wrapping paper was a long velvet black box which contained a gold necklace: Engraved on the inside of the box was: "I love you as much today as I did yesterday but not as much as tomorrow."
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 19:55:33 GMT -5
She bit her lip as tears ran down her face, maskara marking her delicate face. "It's beautiful." She whispered, but she wasn't only talking about the necklace. The note was just as beautiful, if not more, as the jewelery. "Thank you... Jacob." She hugged him.
She pushed her hair out of the way and put the necklace on. "You know, I think I'm starting to like gold." She said, dropping her hands to her side. "And I'm not too afraid of telling you about my home. That part of my memory doesn't bring me to fits. Only... only other things do."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 23:34:00 GMT -5
"I thought you would like it." He smiled as she put it on. "I... wanted you to have it." He smiled. "It looks beautiful on you... goes well with your skin." He gently put a hand on the side of her face. "You don't have to tell me about it now..." He kissed her, then pulled away, looking down at her. "Merry Christmas." He grinned. "Let's go party." He tossed her helmet to her and picked up his. "You want to?" His sexy wolfish smile crossed his lips.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 2:16:39 GMT -5
She took the helmet and looked at her reflection in it. "Yeah... party." She said, shrugging. "Sounds great." She didn't sound too enthused about it, though. "Party... yeah... um... we can't just, you know... stay here, or anything? I mean, it's Christmas and I want to spend it with you, not a bunch of drunk teenagers who want the shit beat out of them." She looked up at him, her large hazel eyes shiny... puppy dog eyes.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 28, 2008 9:51:47 GMT -5
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