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Post by MELODY JAQULINE SMITH on Jan 20, 2013 22:31:35 GMT -5
Melody hopped out of the shower, the glass steamed up and the air warm. It was time for the Dougals' annual New Years Eve party. Melody's family of course had the mansion next door, but Melody had decided to simply shower and change at the other house, since she was helping with the guests. The Douglas' often asked her to stay and help, since she was Connor's oldest friend, and since she knew Connor had a thing for her, she didn't mind the idea. It had to drive him crazy she was naked and so close. She pulled her wet hair into a messy bun-- she could blow dry it a little later, and headed out into her room.
However, when she made it to the bed where her party clothes had been laid out, she noticed her thong was missing. That was when she saw Connor's large dog, Miller, holding the aforementioned lacy bits in his mouth. She sighed, she had brought another sexy pair in case. Obviously it had been a good idea. "Miller, drop it." She demanded. The dog had other ideas and he started to trot off down the hall, leaving a towel clad Melody standing in her room for a second.
Then she decided she had better follow him before he dropped her panties in front of someone important, or in the mud. Melody ran out of the room, the dog, sensing a game, started to gallop. "Get back here you dumb dog," Melody hissed as she ran down the hall, her hair starting to slip as her hands were pretty busy making sure she didn't flash anyone.
Melody passed a room at a dead run but then she backed up, realizing Connor was in the room. "Your dumb dog just stole my thong. I really can't run in this thing." She said, pointing down the hall, waiting for him to give chase.
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Post by MELODY JAQULINE SMITH on Feb 1, 2013 11:34:51 GMT -5
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The holidays for most people were about family. In the Douglas home, the holidays were about brandishing whatever finery the happened to acquire that year. The best way to accomplish this was by throwing a lavish New Years Eve party. Every year, his parents made a point to invite everyone they knew, and even a few people they didn't, to ring in the new year while being shown some of the endless renovations and additions to the home. It also included catering to die for and a seemingly endless supply of champagne and not-so-secretly spiked punch. On the whole, it wasn't Connor's favorite thing, but it kept his parents happy, which was good enough. Besides that, it was always an excuse to see Melody dressed up, and he'd never been able to complain about that.
Melody was such a part of the family that his mother had begun to think of her as if she were actually one of her children. As such, she made a point of involving Melody in all of the preparations for the party each year. Connor was in his bedroom, trying not to grumble too much about the suit his mother had insisted he needed to wear. Suits were for formals, weddings, and funerals as far as he was concerned, and he didn't want to spend the evening being uncomfortable. But he figured he'd only have to keep up appearances until his parents and most of their friends were sloshed. Then he could ditch the tie, unfasten a few buttons, and be at least a bit more comfortable.
Just as he'd draped his tie around his neck, getting ready to tie it into the traditional constricting knot, he heard a commotion in the hallway. Arching an eyebrow, he watched as Melody, clad in only a towel, raced by the door. He didn't figure that was what she planned to wear to the party, and was equally as sure that she didn't want him to point it out, so Connor had planned to ignore the incident entirely for the time being, but a few seconds later, his towel-clad best friend was standing in the doorway, grumbling about his dog.
Being a red-blooded male, he couldn't help the fact that his brain was a little fuzzy. Gorgeous women in towels will do that to a man. Once he finally processed what she was saying, though, Connor couldn't help but laugh. "So are you more worried about your lack of underwear or about the dog showing them off for you?" he wondered aloud, a smirk tugging at his lips. Obviously, she would have preferred him to be chasing the dog, but chasing him would only cause a scene, and the family members who had stayed in town for the holiday would be only too glad to talk about a scuffle involving Melody's undergarments.
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Melody pursed her lips angrily at him and rolled her eyes. "Its not like I can't go comando," She said first, "But frankly, my lacy, see through, underthings will ruin my relationship with your uptight mother," She pointed out. Connor would hate to see less of her around the house wouldn't he? Melody almost grumbled about them being expensive, but it wasn't as if she couldn't buy another pair. Of ourse, it went with her bra so nicely...
"Plus they make my ass look great." That wasn't a lie, but it didn't need to be said, but she knew how Connor was about her, and she couldn't pass up a chance to tease him over it, no matter if it was a little cruel of her. Melody almost said she'd prove it to him if she got them back, but couldn't decide on how flashing her best friend would really go over. Honestly, he'd probably come up with the idea on his own.
Melody sighed and tapped her bare foot lightly on the ground as she looked at him for a moment before pointing after the dog. "Can't you just call him and tell him to drop it or something? He is your dog."
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The thought of Melody going commando was nearly enough to convince Connor to let the dog keep her underwear. Of course, she had a point. His mother would definitely not react well to the thought of Melody's wearing such scandalous undergarments. He was just about to call Miller when Melody decided to add that the thong made her ass look great. Existing made Melody's ass look great as far as Connor was concerned, and he knew she knew that. Obviously, this was a ploy to get him to chase the dog.
"You're adorable when you're being impatient," he goaded her, still debating about calling the dog. After all, it was highly unlikely that his mother would actually see Melody's underwear, The fact of the matter was that Miller was a big dog. He'd probably destroy them, leaving them once again with the possibility of Melody going commando, which was going to leave him in a very uncomfortable position given the thin fabric of his suit pants.
After a long moment of silence, Connor finally called the dog, who came bounding to his side with the aforementioned lacy thong in his mouth. Connor held his hand out, and Miller reluctantly deposited the panties there before slinking off to a corner to pout. The logical thing to do was give them back to Melody, but Connor couldn't quite resist taking advantage of the situation. He held the thong up to the light, examining it for a few seconds before turning back toward Melody, his eyebrow arched and a silly grin on his face. "Now that we know my mom won't be finding these, I guess you should get dressed," he teased, making no motion to offer them to her.
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Melody smirked slightly. She liked all his attention, probably more than she should if she really was as disinterested as she pretended to be. He did look hot in a suit, she would give him that, how his arms filled out the rich fabric of his shirt... Melody couldn't begrudge him that praise.
Finally, he did call Miller, who handed over the panties seemingly in one piece, if slobbery. Melody waited, and watched, partly dumfounded, partly turned on and partly annoyed, as Connor lifted them to the light and inspected them. "For a second there I thought you were going to sniff them too," She said. "But I smell way better than dog breath of course." She said, firmly planting the idea in his head. Their banter had always been flirty and overt, but something felt a little different today.
Then he seemed to decide he wasn't giving them back. Melody made a face at him. "Fine, keep them, I'll be wearing a little leather skirt and you can think about how you'd like to be that close to my ass." She said with a little smile, turning to put both hands on her own ass lightly, purely for the reaction she might be able to get from him.
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What he'd really wanted was for Melody to ask him for her panties. For her to come after them. Instead, he had to make do with a couple of snarky comments and an almost instantaneous change in the fit of his pants. He wanted to have something witty to say in return, but what could he really offer at this point? His mind was far too occupied by the thought of Melody's bare bottom being hugged by the tight fabric of the aforementioned skirt. Instead of offering a reply, he pretended to become very much absorbed in the process of straightening his tie as she headed back to the other room to dress.
A couple of hours later, the guests had arrived, and the booze was flowing freely. Expensive appetizers were being offered around, and most people were behaving a bit more brazenly than they might have without the help of their drinks. Connor hadn't actually been drinking. It wasn't that he couldn't. Given the overabundance of alcohol available, no one would have noticed or cared if he was. But he couldn't keep his mind off of Melody for long enough to consider taking the time to get drunk. Somehow, in the crowd of people, he'd lost her and was left with only his imaginary version of her miniskirt in his mind. She had to be around here somewhere, though, and he wasn't going to spend the entire evening without her if he could help it. Particularly not with the knowledge that she didn't have her underwear.
He'd busily passed from room to room, scanning every crowd, mingling a bit when necessary. It took him four rooms and several sets of frisky feeling older women to find Melody. He grabbed a couple of glasses of punch before heading over to her and offering her one. "You weren't joking. That skirt should be illegal," he commented, his eyes rather obviously raking over her form. She didn't have to know he hadn't been drinking, and that in itself could make the behavior excusable.
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Melody had gone off to get dressed, picturing Connor getting in his fancy suit. Men is suits were so hot, maybe that's why she was hooking up with her school Dean, the man was nothing if not distinguished. In any case, the more she thought about Connor, and the more she thought about Ben, the more she wanted to drink. So she got dressed, did her hair and makeup and rushed to help with party set up.
She'd volunteered to start in the kitchen pouring out glasses of champagne for the waiters to take, occasionally stealing sips until she realized she was actually quite a bit tipsy and she still hadn't gone and teased Connor yet. With that, she wandered off to find some food, trying to seem like she was all under control, though frankly, it was early and she couldn't be too tipsy yet.
Connor found her by the snack table, where she had a fancy treat in her hand. She chuckled at his comment and turned around to face him. "Did you want to frisk me officer?" Melody teased, letting him look her over. She was tipsy enough to look at him back. Really, she didn't know why she never gave him a chance.
"Speaking of illegal, did you invite the ambassador's daughter to this?" She asked, waving her hand around before taking a cup of spiked punch from Connor.
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Truthfully, he'd expected to find Melody in her usual mood, which typically involved politely shooting down his attempts to appeal to her and teasing him relentlessly. If he'd taken into account the likelihood that she'd been drinking, he might have expected the change, though. Arching an eyebrow, he wondered whether he ought to take her up on that offer. Before he had the opportunity, though, she shifted the conversation again, asking about Madison, who, until very recently, he had been dating.
Rather than answering her right away, Connor turned his attention to his drink, downing half of it in one gulp. Maybe it was time for him to start drinking. Finally, instead of offering a legitimate answer to her question, he replied, "I'm sorry, are you always this interested in my love life?" He quickly drained the rest of his punch before adding, "I'm pretty sure inviting her would have been awkward since I broke up with her." Offering Melody a shrug, he reached for one of the fancy snacks on the table, pretending they both didn't know that the only problem he'd had with Madison was that she wasn't Melody.
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Melody was torn about the news that he had broken up with Madison. Part of her wanted to tell him that still didn't mean he was going to get her. But on the other hand, why didn't she give him a chance? It not going well would be an obvious one, but she wasn't sure how she felt about it as a real reason for pushing away his advances. "Oh did you now?" Melody said, finishing her drink.
She was starting to realize she'd had a little too much when she said, a little too loudly, "She was a whore anyway, didn't deserve you." Melody shook her head. A few people looked over at them and Mel rolled her eyes. "Jeez people, mind your own business." Melody could tell she was drunk now and would have made an exit if she trusted her ability not to bump into people in her heels.
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According to their usual dynamic, Connor expected Melody to tease him. Or, at the very least, to admit that she picked up on the reason he'd broken up with Madison. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that every girl he'd ever dated had never actually had a chance with him. It didn't seem that Melody was quite in her usual state of mind, though, and Connor figured it had everything to do with the amount she'd had to drink. It wasn't far enough into the party for her to be as tipsy as she obviously was, and he figured she hadn't had much to drink, either, which meant that the punch he'd just offered her would likely push her over the edge into drunkenness.
Connor had been just about to answer her when Melody continued, in much too loud a tone, to express her feelings about his now ex-girlfriend. Politely, Connor ignored the stares, and he managed to keep himself from laughing too loudly at Melody's next outburst. "You do realize you've made it their business? You're more than a little loud," he offered, hoping the admission would convince her to carry on their conversation a little more quietly. "And if you had such an issue with her, you could have told me before." What he really wanted to say, of course, was that if she hated his choice in girls so much, she could just date him, thereby preventing the steady flow of unsuitable dates.
Finally deciding that he didn't want to be part of a spectacle, Connor figured he was well within his rights to escort his friend from the room. Besides, drunk as she was, they'd probably have more fun alone. Slipping an arm around her hips, Connor guided her toward a set of French doors leading out to a porch, which would probably be empty. A little fresh air would probably do her good, and he could certainly stand for a few less sets of prying eyes.
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Melody rolled her eyes lightly, but let Connor escort her off onto the patio. She immediately pulled closer to him as the cold air hit her bare legs. "God its cold." She said, running her hands along her arms. But the temperature didn't deter her from her original line of thought. "Well, she was a whore and you know it. She's slept with like everyone." Melody informed him, plopping down on a bench, her eyes lost the gently swaying dark trees that lined his property.
"She didn't deserve you." Melody continued, picking up someone's discarded and half full champagne flute and polishing it off. "Everyone knew that too." She said, kicking off her heels and padding (albiet with a wince) over to the porch railing. Melody bent over a little, looking below, unaware that she was almost flashing Connor as she did so.
"God I want another drink," Melody whined, just drunk enough to be not be able shut her mouth, but she wanted to be sick, black out drunk right about now. "My thoughts still make sense." She complained, trying to figure out how to get back inside for more. |
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Post by MELODY JAQULINE SMITH on Feb 5, 2013 16:34:32 GMT -5
It was then that Melody realized she had a flask of strong proof stuff in her purse, which she dug out and took a big swig from before Connor could stop her.
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Connor wasn't stupid. He knew Melody didn't like Madison. Most girls didn't like Madison. It just so happened that Melody actually knew Connor well enough to have a good reason for preferring that he didn't date someone who had a reputation. Even so, he couldn't help but bristle at her comments. "As if your boy toy is much better. I know you think you're doing yourself a favor somehow. But anyone could see he's using you." Raking a hand through his hair, Connor turned away from Melody and focused his attention on the tree line. He hated that Melody was so okay with allowing herself to be used in this way. It was beneath her. And she deserved so much more. It was just that she never seemed to believe him when he told her that.
He'd just turned around with the intention of explaining that Melody actually had very little right to decide who was good enough for him when she refused to actually give him a chance when she went off about wanting another drink. Connor rolled his eyes. The last thing she needed was more booze, but he knew that she was going to get what she wanted. "I think that's a bad idea," he cautioned. But she ignored him, pulling a flask from her purse. Connor let out a sigh. This was most definitely going to be a terrible idea. "I swear, Melody, you're going to make a complete ass of yourself. If you don't pass out first." Shaking his head, he paced back toward her. "And I like you much better when your thoughts make sense."
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Melody gave a snort of a laugh, the alcohol hitting her system quickly due to the fact that she hadn't been eating much that night. "Shut up," She mumbled. Melody took another swig, and she could feel her knees already buckling slightly, so she set the flask down and leaned against the railing. Her face felt hot and she could feel water welling in her eyes. She gripped the railing, hoping that she could will herself not to break down into a million pieces.
"I'm not sure why anyone likes me, ever, I'm a bitch, have you noticed?" Melody said flatly, but her act of not caring was falling apart due to the alcohol. "I'm just money and a pretty face, of course he's using me. I'm not an idiot." Melody said, a tear sliding down her cheek and her voice getting louder. She tossed up her hands and took some shaky steps forward before reaching for the arm of a deck chair, which she missed and ended up sitting on the deck.
"Fuck." Melody sighed, letting her hands drop into her lap a moment. "Did you think I thought Ben actually cared about me?" She said, stepping toward him. "I was his grown up Barbie doll. He never gave a shit about be. I know he doesn't, didn't... just like I know Madison never cared about you." She said, her anger at Madison fueling her to stand up again, gripping the chair.
"You deserve much better than that strung out slut," Melody nearly shouted. "You deserve someone who loves you." Now she was crying, her make up running in streaks. "I know I break your heart every god damn day but you don't deserve it." She felt sick and stupid and like everyone was staring at her. And despite her wobbly feet she brushed by Connor, back inside and took off running up the stairs, kicking off her shoes as she went.
She barely got out of sight of the party goers when she threw up in a house plant. She sat against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest, tears streaming down her face. All she wanted to do was disappear.
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Getting into an argument when he already knew that Melody wasn't exactly in a clear state of mind was probably a bad idea. But Connor couldn't seem to help it. Even if she was drunk, Melody seemed to be dead set on criticizing his choice in girlfriends, and he couldn't let it go. Throwing her affair with the dean in her face seemed like a reasonable approach. After all, it was essentially the same thing she was doing, and she deserved to know how the criticism felt. What he hadn't counted on was the fact that it was apparently going to hit home.
His first instinct was to get angry, and Connor clung to it. It was much easier than actually considering her needs at this point. "See what you don't count on is the fact that everyone knows you're only trying to be a bitch. You're trying to act like no one can touch you. And then you go home and have a fucking cow about what everyone might be thinking about you." Shaking his head, he crossed the porch, stopping short as Melody moved toward him, shouting about how Madison had never cared about him. Again, this was a silly point. He'd never expected Madison to care about him any more than she'd expected him to care about her. What they had was purely a mutual agreement to satisfy needs. Everyone he'd ever known was perfectly aware of the way he felt about Melody. It just seemed that she didn't care enough to acknowledge his feelings.
As she continued to rant about all of the things he did and didn't deserve, Connor wondered, though, if maybe he'd been wrong. Between her tears and the things she was saying, it was starting to seem as though she might care about him more than she let on. Before he could say anything else, though, she'd kicked off her shoes and taken off at a run as quickly as her wobbly legs would take her. It took him a moment to follow her, but Connor couldn't just let her go in the state she was in, so seconds later, he was tearing through the room full of guests, following Melody up the stairs. He made it to her side just as she settled against the wall.
Without a word, Connor slipped an arm under her knees and wrapped another around her back, scooping her into his arms and carrying her into a lavish guest bathroom. At least if she was going to be puking, she'd have a toilet this time. "You done drinking yet?" he asked gently as he sat her down on a cushioned window seat in the oversized bathroom. He moved to the sink and grabbed a clean washcloth, which he rinsed with warm water before returning to Melody. As much as he knew she probably didn't want to be taken care of, he was determined to do this much while he could, so he sat beside her on the cushion and gently wiped away the streaks of makeup running down her cheeks.
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With his words ringing in her ears, she stayed curled up in the hallway, hiding behind the fern she'd just fertilized, not even fighting Connor as he picked her up and deposited her in the bathroom and started wiping her face. Her first instinct was to tell him to stop acting gay, but she kept her mouth shut for a moment. Melody felt more bile in her throat and gave Connor a gentle push, while she tried to hold her hair away as she threw up in the toilet.
Melody just sat on the cold tiles, leaning her head against the wall. "I'm done drinking." She finally answered him. Her head was throbbing and she pressed her hands on either side of her overheated face. Connor made a move to wipe her face again and she found herself laughing softly. She wanted to fight him off, but she was too tired, and honestly liked him taking care of her.
"I don't deserve you, I never did." Melody said softly, finally looking at him. She put a clammy hand on his arm and sighed slowly. She looked away again, trying to check that she didn't have to throw up again yet.
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He wasn't stupid. Connor knew that if it weren't for the fact that Melody was far too drunk to be taking care of herself, he wouldn't be given this opportunity. But it was nice to see a break in her defenses for once. He'd just managed to get most of the makeup off when she gently pushed him away and made her way to the toilet. Instinctively, he wanted to hold her hair for her, but he wasn't sure she'd let him do that just yet, so he moved to the sink and rinsed the rag again. Grabbing an glass from beside the sink (because, apparently, some people were too good to rinse toothpaste out of their mouth without one), he filled it with cool water.
Once Melody was composed enough to talk, he returned to her side, wiping the last of the mess from her face and offering her the glass of water. When she opened her mouth to speak again, he half expected her to tell him to get away from her, to let her take care of herself. What he didn't expect was for her to say that she didn't deserve him. Frowning slightly, he placed the washcloth on the sink and sat down on the floor across from her. Gingerly, he reached for her hand and wrapped his fingers around it. "I think you have no idea what you deserve. You're a better person than you act like you are."
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Melody considered that quietly and chuckled. "Alex once told me the same thing." She said, slowly realizing that this many people couldn't be wrong. She held his hand quietly, looking at their fingers for a long quiet moment. Melody then took the glass from him and took a sip. She kept her head down for a moment and then looked up at him with big eyes.
"If I thought I deserved as much as you think I do, do you think I'd still be saying no?" Melody said quietly. Connor would know what she meant. She'd always said no to him, forever, as long as she could remember. "Do you think I'd pass up a chance with you if I didn't think you deserved more?" Her voice was quiet, and the room was spinning, she shut her eyes lightly. Part of her was screaming to get her guard back up, not to let him know that she wanted to love him, but she was too afraid to lose him when she wasn't enough.
"I can't risk you not being in my life," Melody said, "So how can I tell you that I..." She couldn't get the words out and her heart was pounding. As if on cue, she turned to the toilet again, retching between dry sobs. |
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