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Post by ALEXANDRA CORINNE BRAY on Jan 9, 2013 16:35:13 GMT -5
Alex was a ball of nerves. It really didn't make a great deal of sense, but she couldn't help it. She had a date scheduled for the next day with Cam, who was unbelievably adorable. But even knowing how excited she was for that date, she still couldn't get Oliver completely out of her mind. Fortunately, babysitting generally meant he was out of the house. She suspected, since it was dinner time on a Friday night, that he probably had a date, but she hadn't asked because she didn't want to seem more interested than was appropriate. Even so, while she'd been busy laughing and playing with Mikey, Oliver had been in the back of her head the whole time.
Around nine, she'd made Mikey head for bed. He was tired from playing, and he'd gotten to be more than a little grumpy, which she figured was typical for toddlers. Once he was settled in the bed, she sprawled out on the couch and pulled out a sketch pad, which she kept with her most of the time. She'd just begun adding shading to her sketch when she heard the front door open. Slamming the book shut, she offered Oliver a smile, hoping he wasn't offended by her reaction. She had never been one to share unfinished art projects. Turning toward him, she placed her feet on the floor so that he could join her on the couch if he wanted. "Yep. He's been out for an hour or so," she assured him.
Tilting her head to the side, Alex watched Oliver quietly for a couple of seconds. He looked a little worse for wear and she couldn't help asking, "That bad?" Clearly whoever he'd gone out with hadn't been a good match for him. He'd probably had a miserable evening. "D'you wanna talk about it?"
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Post by ALEXANDRA CORINNE BRAY on Jan 9, 2013 17:00:15 GMT -5
Of course, in true male form, Oliver couldn't just make things easy. Alex let out a laugh. "Like I'd charge you for that. Seriously. I don't have anything better to do," she replied, rolling her eyes. Even so, she didn't figure Oliver was going to buy in. Instead, he responded by offering her ice cream. Grinning, Alex nodded in response. "I happen to love ice cream," she agreed. Of course, every teenage girl she knew loved ice cream. Oliver had to know that when he made the offer.
Following him to the kitchen, Alex grabbed two bowls and two spoons before placing them on the counter next to Oliver. "It must have been a really shitty date if she's got you wanting ice cream," she commented, chuckling a little. "Did you find her on a dating site? Or did you manage to genuinely attract this woman?" she asked with a smirk. Hopefully Oliver wouldn't take offense to the teasing. Alex really couldn't help it. Teasing was practically second nature for her, and she couldn't have left the subject of his date alone if she'd tried. [/size] |
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Post by OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT on Jan 9, 2013 17:17:26 GMT -5
Oliver laughed as she spoke, taking the bowls and spoons and setting up dessert for the two of them. "True," He laughed with a shake of his head. He brought the bowls to the little kitchen table. "I met her at the supermarket, believe it or not, I still have some moves, I'm not even 30 yet." Oliver said in response to her teasing. he wasn't too old for dating by any stretch of the imagination.
"She was nice, and pretty and all... but she was sorta stuck up ya know, like trying too hard to seem witty and genuine, and it fell flat." Oliver said. More than being a bad date, it was just disappointing. He shrugged and stuck a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, cleaning off the spoon with his lips as he removed it, momentarily distracted by Alex's own lips.
"And she turned out to be a light weight, so I had to get her home and avoid being roped into some weird sex," Oliver shook his head. "I'm pretty straight forward and conservative about sex, really." He said, though he quickly added. "Not that you needed to know that... Sorry." Oliver said.
Alex was a kid, she didn't need to hear about his adult baggage.
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Post by OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT on Feb 1, 2013 11:46:17 GMT -5
Alex couldn't help but laugh at his comment. She shook her head and fixed him with a look that was plainly teasing. "Such a typical man. So worried about whether or not you're getting laid." Rolling her eyes, she added, "I'm pretty sure if you were only looking to get laid, you'd have that by now. But, since that's obviously not what you're after, you've gotta admit, I'm pretty good company." Grinning, she popped another bite of ice cream into her mouth.
Talking about Oliver's sexual preferences as well as what he was apparently looking for in a relationship had Alex's head reeling. All she seemed to be able to think about was how maybe if they gave it a chance, they could ignore the age difference and she could actually be someone he'd want. Or how maybe they could just explore the sexual side of things. She wasn't into chains. Vanilla sex was good with her. Her cheeks colored at her thoughts, and she tried to push them away, offering only an impish smile in response to his question.
It seemed that he was feeling a little uncomfortable with the situation, as well, and Alex couldn't help but wonder at his sudden desire to pay her. Arching an eyebrow at him, she tucked the money into her pocket and offered him a smirk. "So is this shut up money? Or did you just want me off the clock?"
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"Right," He laughed, shaking his head. "I can't just run around being casual, I have a son. Things have to be steady and stable for him." Oliver said. He didn't want to parade women through Mikey's life just because he was lonely.
Oliver chuckled lightly (maybe a bit nervously) and ran his fingers through his hair. "I want you off the clock," He said. "I can't be talking like this 'at work'." Oliver explained, though it sounded silly. This was she was here as a sort of friend right? A really young and attractive friend... God he was in over his head. The best idea really would be to have her go home now. He could watch a little something and get himself under control.
"And now you can leave if you want," Oliver said, half hoping she would go and half hoping that she'd stay.
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It was really unfair how attached to Oliver she felt. Alex knew full well that the difference in their ages should make a relationship impossible. She also knew that she'd self-identified as a lesbian for a few years now. On one hand, she figured she might have been wrong, that she might have just never met the right guy. On the other hand, though, she wondered if it wasn't just nice to be taken seriously and respected for once. After all, it was obvious that Oliver was treating her more like a friend than like an employee and more like an equal than like a child. She nodded in understanding. "Ah, the beauties of parenting," she replied, a goofy smile taking up residence on her face. Obviously, she knew next to nothing about parenting since she wasn't a parent herself, but she was too distracted by her unexpected attraction to Oliver to come up with anything more logical. If she hadn't been carefully considering her thoughts, she might have suggested that she was, in fact, stable, being the boy's regular babysitter now. But it seemed forward and inappropriate to suggest such a thing without reason.
Oliver's distraction coupled with his decision to pay her seemed to be just the sort of reason she was looking for, though, particularly when he confirmed that he'd pay her so that she wouldn't be on the clock. One corner of her mouth tilted up in a crooked smile. "Right. But I'm pretty sure ice cream makes all topics acceptable," she offered, instinctively trying to keep the moment light. She wasn't sure where this was headed, and the fact that a part of her was dying to follow the precarious path they'd set out on made her more than a little nervous.
The logical answer to his offer would have been to leave. But the very small part of her mind that was nudging here in that direction was easily overcome by her intense will to stay. Her eyes flickered toward his lips, trailed along the hard line of his jaw, and moved to meet up with his. If he'd been watching her, he'd see the raw desire she was feeling, but she'd kept her gaze moving quickly enough that he could have missed it entirely. A slow smile spread across her lips as she hesitantly replied, "I don't really want to leave."
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Her admission, as well as the look she gave him, made Oliver increasingly uncomfortable. She was beautiful really. Slender, big brown eyes, shiny hair... The way she looked at his lips when he spoke made him aware that she wasn't really a child. How old had she said she was..... a sophomore right? What did that make her? 15? 16? Fifteen was totally not kosher, but 16 was in the gray area law wise. Oliver shook his head lightly.
What was he thinking? How could he even consider sleeping with her? Oliver took a deep breath and gestured to her unfinished ice cream. "Well, you're welcome to stay." He said, looking at her carefully. How late was it? When was bed check at the dorm? If she stayed too much longer would she have to spend the night on his couch? Could he even handle that? Oliver swallowed, almost a gulp.
"Well, if ice cream makes anything up for grabs, is there something you want to talk about it?" He asked her slowly, letting his eyes meet hers-so long as they weren't on his lips again.
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All at once, the atmosphere seemed to change again. Clearly, Oliver had caught the direction of her gaze and interpreted it correctly. A blush flooded Alex's cheeks, and she diverted her attention to the bowl in front of her, hoping he would either fail to notice or at least be kind enough not to mention it. Noticing the slight shake of his head, Alex fought to ignore the sinking feeling in her gut. Maybe she would be better to go back. Of course, she'd already missed curfew, and there was no way she'd make it in before lights out. Sneaking back in was possible, but difficult. Biting her bottom lip, she suppressed a sigh and turned her attention back toward Oliver, doing her best not to look dejected. There was no way the shift in the mood wasn't related to his determination to rebuff her attraction.
Something about the careful way he considered her told Alex that he wasn't making that decision easily, though. She offered him a polite thanks for agreeing that she could stay and dragged her spoon listlessly around the bowl of melting ice cream. Hard as she tried, though, she couldn't completely keep her eyes off of him. Trying to be as discreet as possible, she passed her gaze over him once again, enjoying the way his sweater hugged his chest before forcing her eyes to meet his again.
Locking eyes was at once safer and more dangerous. She'd always known that she had expressive eyes, and it took more than a little effort to try to keep her feelings from showing. Fortunately, Oliver broke their silence, asking if there was anything she wanted to talk about. As it was, there wasn't anything Alex was more interested in talking about than Oliver's sex life, except for whether she might become a part of it. Steadily holding his gaze, she let out a short breath and gave herself reign to answer as she pleased. "But we weren't done talking about your sex life," she murmured. Once the words reached her ears, Alex was sure that she'd made the wrong choice. She figured she ought to have forced herself to filter everything. Fortunately, she was able to stop herself from adding anything to that. Instead, she returned her attention to the ice cream in front of her and, adopting as casual an air as she was able, resumed eating her snack.
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Before he could stop himself, Oliver leaned a little closer to her over the table, biting his lip tentatively. "There isn't much else to say, except that it's been a while..." He admitted, his eyes flicking to meet hers. There was an uncomfortable silence and attraction and he found himself itching to close the gap between them, his former leather-clad self egging him on. The teacher and father half wasn't so sure about this. Alex was far too appealing, and part of him was worried about hidden cameras from Dateline, or something.
Stick between conflicts desires, he stayed where he was but asked, "Don't you have a curfew at that school? Have you already missed it?" He asked, his brain going through perversions where she slept on the couch, or in his bed. It was an innocent enough question, he was sure the administration would understand if he said she'd been babysitting and he'd come home later than expected--right?
Oliver let his hand brush hers as he shifted in his chair, his skin sparking oddly at the touch. This was such a bad idea, but why did it feel so right?
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Ordinarily, Alex's love life wasn't exactly fraught with conflict. Not that she didn't have her fair share of tussles or even actual relationships. The thing of it was, though, most of the girls she'd been with (since she had, in fact, limited herself to girls) were pretty up front about what they wanted. Granted, there was Cam, who was adorable and shy, and who she couldn't quite bring herself to consider at the moment, but on the whole, Alex wasn't quite used to receiving mixed messages. Oliver's initial hesitance followed by the way he inched closer to her, as if involving her in some secret, was extremely confusing. Alex's eyes were immediately drawn back to his mouth as he bit his lip, but the moment he started talking, she turned her eyes back up to meet his, still unsure of where this was going. When in doubt, though, she generally went with her instincts, and her instincts were practically telling her to throw herself at him. All she had to risk was her pride, and wounded pride wasn't exactly fatal. "If that's the case, then you must not be trying very hard," she replied, her words lilting flirtatiously. The weight of the silence between them was almost too much for Alex's dwindling willpower, but she was still trying to feel out the boundaries before she decided whether she ought to be crossing them.
It seemed Oliver's good intentions were getting the best of him again as he once again turned the conversation away from his sex life, finally asking about the curfew he probably knew she'd already missed. Alex wasn't sure how to answer him. Should she lie about it or pretend it would be an easy feat to sneak back in? She didn't exactly want to pressure him into considering the option of letting her spend the night. Before she could quite formulate an answer, she felt his hand brush against hers. Her heart hammered, and she couldn't help but glance down at their hands.
Gingerly, Alex let her fingers trail along his. He wouldn't have initiated the contact if he didn't want it, she figured. Sweeping her eyes back up to meet his, she offered him a slow smile. "Curfew was at ten," she confirmed. "But my roommate is pretty good for faking bed checks..." That much was probably unnecessary, but she figured it might make Oliver feel a little better about being the reason she'd missed curfew.
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Oliver felt her velvet fingertips on his hand, his twitched, wanting to grab them. Her words assured him that while she was already late, she could be out all night and no one would ever know. "Do you want to stay here instead?" He asked slowly, careful not to specify where- couch or bed. Oliver looked at her carefully, tentatively letting his fingers move with hers.
His eyes locked with hers, his fingers laced between hers and he leaned forward. Oliver's lips met hers across the table and he got lost in the tender, sweet, softness of her lips. His free hand reached up to cup her cheek, her soft hair falling around his hand as he kissed her, deeply in fact. The ice cream ended up on the other side of the table, pushed out of the way by their arms in their fervid embrace.
Oliver broke away from Alex, his head spinning. He was in so much trouble, he could his job, his son and he still couldn't get her skin out of his head. "Please tell me you're at least 16." He breathed, unsure of whether he should apologize and whether we were really sorry.
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The feel of her fingers moving against his seemed to be enough to make Oliver's decision for him, and Alex was only too glad to hear him offer to let her stay over. She wondered briefly whether he meant for her to sleep on the couch or whether sleeping would even be a relevant part of the night. Regardless, she already knew what her answer was. "I think that would be great," she offered, her words careful and slow. She didn't want to propel them back into that awkward territory where he was so obviously trying not to want her. As it was, they seemed to be making progress, their fingers slowly lacing together. It felt more right than it should have.
By the time he finally moved to kiss her, Alex was practically shaking in anticipation. She'd only actually kissed girls, and she'd spent a fair amount of time wondering what this might feel like. Instinctively, her lips moved with his, and she reveled in the way he seemed to know exactly what she wanted. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she opened her mouth to his, her tongue grazing his lips. The rough feel of his hand against her cheek was more sensual than she might have hoped, and she instantly decided that she'd been wrong in labeling herself as a lesbian without actually giving a guy a chance.
Moments later, and all too soon, Oliver was pulling away. Alex's first instinct was to protest, but when she realized what he was asking, she decided there wasn't really a need for that. "I'll be seventeen in a couple weeks," she confirmed, her eyes searching his. She wanted to believe that was enough of a green light for him, but he was the one holding all the cards here. She didn't want to jump the gun.
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17 was pretty acceptable around here, the law made 16 legal, and as far as he knew, there were no weird clauses. She wasn't his student, but she was his employee..... He wasn't big on a one night thing, but maybe that was all this had to be, maybe they'd forget about it, chalk it up to a crazy night. Her kiss told him she was into what was happening and he felt his heart beating hard in his chest, unable to quell the growing need for Alex.
Oliver brought his chair closer to hers around the table, letting one hand fall to her thigh gently. It was so small and firm beneath his large hands and he could feel the heat rising in his body. He gave a shaky breath, trying to keep himself from launching at her willing and able body. Oliver rubbed his hand slightly higher up her thigh, his eyes meeting hers deliberately.
"Have you done this before?" He asked quietly, his face close to hers, his lips so close to hers that another kiss could happen before she even answered. He wasn't asking if she'd slept with a much older man, or her employer.... Oliver certainly had never slept with anyone so much younger, and never someone who worked for him. What he really wanted to know was if she was a virgin. He hardly wanted to be her first, but by now, he wasn't sure he could stop himself.
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There was no way she could figure out what Oliver was thinking, but Alex had a feeling thinking wasn't going to be a major part of their night. Thinking would come afterward. When they had to figure out exactly what they were going to do about the obvious attraction between them, and she was sure they would have to do something. She, at the very least, needed to know what to expect. Was this going to change their working relationship? Was she even going to be able to come around here afterward? Like Oliver, she wanted to do what she could to keep things stable for Mikey. She loved the kid, and he deserved a little bit of normal, but she certainly wasn't willing to stop before they'd even really gotten started.
The moment Oliver moved his chair closer, she figured her decision was made. Having never been the type to allow herself the time to second guess things, Alex was feeling rather impatient. She knew this was riskier for Oliver than it was for her, but she couldn't quite bring herself to be content with his slow exploration of their sudden change in dynamic. Waiting for him was almost painful, and her breath quickened with every inch his hand moved up her thigh. When he finally asked whether she'd done this before, his lips so close that his breath tickled her with each word, she realized what the concern was over. At sixteen, it was perfectly logical for her to be a virgin. She wasn't, of course, but she could see why he might be worried.
Rather than answering him right away, Alex decided to bridge the space between them, moving quickly from her chair to straddle him on his. "Maybe a time or two," she murmured, hardly caring whether it made her sound like a whore. Tired of waiting, she finally decided to take matters into her own hands. Pulling him toward her, she kissed him hungrily. She hadn't noticed the light stubble on his face the first time they'd kissed, but she could feel the rough grain of it against her hand as she cupped his cheek. That would certainly make things interesting, and she wondered briefly whether she could enjoy this as much as she'd enjoyed her prior encounters with girls. If this was any indication, though, there wasn't anything to worry about.
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Oliver barely heard her answer as she shifted into his lap, his body moving to respond to her. This was so so wrong, but it felt so good. He would have liked to think he had more self control than this... but right now, he was glad he couldn't stop himself. He wanted this, he had for a while if he was letting himself be honest. Alex thrust her lips against his again and he kissed her back hungrily, letting his tongue flick into her mouth, his arms moving to keep her close, one hand reached up her back, holding the back of her neck as his other hand slid low over her butt for a moment. He tilted her head away and trailed kissed down her neck and along the top of her shirt. Oliver wanted to just take it off right there, but he couldn't risk Mikey seeing him and Alex like this.
Oliver shifted his arms so that one was firmly under her rear, and in one quick movement, he lifted her up and stood. He made sure her legs stayed around him so it wasn't all up to his arm to hold her and started down the hall with purpose, his feet padding softly past his sleeping son's room. This gave him a chance to momentarily meet her eyes again, they were wide, excited and maybe a little nervous. Oliver was overwhelmed by a need to hold her, please her, take care of her.
Once they made it to his bedroom, he shut the door quietly behind him and laid her on the bed, pulling her shirt off over her head quickly and tossing it aside. Oliver let his lips move to her mouth before moving them roughly and quickly down her body, trying to kick off his shoes as he moved.
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It wasn't until she was full sraddling him, feeling the shift in the fit of his pants that she realized she had no idea what to do. She had, of course, only had sex with girls. They'd used toys, which gave her at least a vague idea of what to expect, but she could hardly expect a bit of rubber to compete with skin. All at once, though, she was distracted by the feel of his lips on her throat, and she couldn't help but let out the slightest of moans. She wasn't particularly loud in bed, and it was probably a good thing because she was still barely coherent enough to remember the sleeping toddler just down the hall.
She wasn't the only one remembering Mikey, she realized, as Oliver stood, holding her against him, and moved them into his room. He wasted no time once they made it to the bed, peeling her shirt off and trailing fiery kisses down her body. Alex writhed beneath him, her hands quickly moving to rid him of his shirt, as well. Now that the clothes were coming off, though, she realized that the quick beating of her heart had almost as much to do with anxiety as it did with passion. Gingerly, she sat up and fixed Oliver with a nervous gaze. "Um... I should tell you something before we get any more distracted..." she murmured, her words hardly making any sense to her. But it was only fair that he know exactly what he was getting into. She wasn't a virgin, but she might as well have been for all she knew about what they were about to do.
Once she was satisfied that he was coherent enough to at least sort of process what she was saying, Alex let out a short sigh. "I, um.... I wasn't totally honest before," she admitted, her eyes fixing on the bedspread. She was more than a little embarrassed by what she had to admit, and besides being terribly out of her element, she was half afraid that telling him would kill the mood entirely. "I've kind of only slept with girls," she finally added, anxiously glancing up to meet Oliver's eyes.
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Alex twisted beneath his kisses, and he helped her pull his sweater/shirt over his head, his abs already tight with anticipation. Oliver loved the softness of her skin, the naughty glint in her eyes, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was a little scared too. She sat and seemed to stumble over her words. "What is it?" He asked, lifting his lips from her stomach to look at her.
And then she seemed to pull away and Oliver allowed her the space, his heart hammering, but if she wanted to stop, he had to. That was how this worked, especially when the situation was so odd. As she admitted lying, Oliver held her breath. She was 15. She was a virgin. There was a camera crew outside. Various follow up sentences ran through his mind, and no length of time would have let him guess what she was actually about to tell him.
"What?" Oliver murmured before the words really had time to process. She'd only slept with girls... The bad boy in him loved that, what guy didn't want to sleep with a lesbian? It was some badge of manhood wired into his DNA. Of course, on the other hand, that meant she was basically like a virgin. But sex was sex, she knew her body and how it felt to be exposed with another person. Oliver breathed heavily for a moment, looking at her before saying, "I'll teach you." He said, figuring if he said it was hot that she slept with girls, he might offend her.
Somehow, sleeping with Alex was a great mix of his desire to break rules and his desires to care and teach. It felt perverse, but yet.... He tilted her on to her back gingerly and brushed her hair out of her face with a smile that could almost be called tender. Oliver closed the gap between their lips and kissed her gently, but the red hot lust that had been building in him egged him to speed up, his hands running along her body, moving her hands to his chest as he deftly began to unbutton her jeans.
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