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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 9, 2009 19:06:59 GMT -8
After arriving back at the school, Della had hopped out of the car, grabbing all of her bags in one hand and heading back towards the dorms with Sebastien, her free hand linked with his. Flouncing quietly into the boy's dorms with him, she trotted to the door to his room, waiting impatiently as he unlocked it and then went inside. Dropping her bags down on the floor by the door, she jumped onto the nearest bed, hoping it was his, with a smile on her face. Crossing her legs, she sat there, looking up at him happily. "What shall we do now, Sebsiekins?" She asked, trying to keep a straight face at the nickname she had made up on the spot for him.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 9, 2009 19:11:33 GMT -8
Sebastien laughed as he watched Della jump on his bed and he shut the door behind him, locking it. He kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed, beside her.
"I don't know, Delsies..."
He said, sliding closer to her and then flipping over so he was hovering above her. He grinned, a mischievous grin on his lips and he moved his hand to her stomach- her weak spot. He knew Della was very ticklish, but he tickled her any ways, just to hear her laugh. He loved her laugh.
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 9, 2009 19:19:54 GMT -8
She grinned again, butterflies in her stomach as he moved closer to her, raising an eyebrow as he moved his hand to her stomach, anticipating what he was about to do.
"Sébastien Blanchard, don't you dare!"
Della warned as she started to scoot away before he could start to tickle her, trying to get away before he managed to hit her weak spots, but failing miserably. With a giggle, she squirmed, trying to escape but to no avail. She continued to laugh, rolling onto her side and attempting to curl up into a ball so that he couldn't tickle her anymore.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 9, 2009 19:26:46 GMT -8
Sebastien laughed as she warned him but she was too late. He tickled her and she started giggling. He laughed as she curled up into a little ball and then stopped when he saw that her face was getting red form laughing. He collapsed on his back, laughing non stop and sat up, feeling a bit hyper now.
"I want to show you something."
He said, smiling. Sebastien looked under his bed, hanging his head upside down. He reached around, sticking his tongue out and when he grabbed what he was looking for, he sat back up and pulled his old sketch pad onto his lap. He sat facing Della and opened it, flipping through pages and pages of random drawings and paintings. Most of them were doodles when he was stoned, but others were when he was thinking alot. Sebastien liked to have time on his own to think, and he liked climbing trees. So his secret climbing spot was the great oak tree in the woods near the clearing. He flipped to his most recent drawing and showed it to Della. It was an abstract painting. There was a blue, flecked with grey figure in the middle, resembling an eye. Around it were swirls of yellow, white and gold. If you looked at it closely and thought about it, you could easily tell what it was. Sebastien was thinking about Della when he drew it. He passed it to Della and bit his bottom lip, smiling.
((lol, it's supposed to be her eyes and hair ^^))
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 9, 2009 19:35:31 GMT -8
Della sat back up as he stopped tickling her, brushing her hair out of her eyes and grinning as she waited for him to find whatever he was looking for. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as he pulled out a sketchbook, tilting her head to the left slightly as she watched him go through pages and pages of different doodles and paintings. As he stopped at one of the latest ones and passed it to her, she smiled at him again before looking down at it, an eyebrow raising as she thought about it. She had always known of Sebastien's painting ability, but hadn't had the opportunity to look at many of his paintings. Being shown his art for the first time made her appreciate it a lot more, and she looked back up at him after a few moments with a grin. "I love it, you're really talented." She said softly, still clutching the sketchbook. "Can I look at the rest?"
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 9, 2009 19:38:29 GMT -8
Sebastien breathed a sigh of relief and nodded his head.
"Go ahead."
He said, sliding over to sit beside her. He pulled her on his lap and rested his head on her shoulder as she flipped through his sketchpad.
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 9, 2009 19:44:22 GMT -8
Della grinned, leaning back against Sebastien contently as she went back to the first page of the sketchbook and started through it, examining each one with a smile. She hadn't expected his art to be as amazing as it was, but it was a nice, unexpected surprise. As she finished looking at the last one, she shook her head, closing the book and leaning against Sebastien again.
"It's not fair. You just keep getting more and more amazing.. I definitely don't deserve you." She mumbled, pouting a bit.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 9, 2009 19:50:49 GMT -8
He held Della close, loving the feel of her warmth. When she was finished looking at the sketchpad he kissed the top of her head.
"What do you mean you don't deserve me?"
He said, frowning slightly.
"Della, don't let anyone put you down, especially yourself."
He said, looking down at her. Sebastien's best friend when he was younger was his sister, and she always gave great advice as they were growing up. He remembered Noelle told him that once, back in the 4rth grade. He was being bullied at school and decided that he was worthless, because of the bully. Noelle said those exact words and she stood up to that bully for him. He didn't exactly mind that his sister stood up for him, at least the bully left him alone. He looked at Della.
"You're smart, and funny, and the most gorgeous girl at Epson."
He said with a sly smile.
"You're amazing."
He continued, meaning every word.
"And you can't tell me any different."
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 9, 2009 19:59:03 GMT -8
"But it's true.." She started to reply, stopping as he started to go on about how 'wonderful' she was. A faint blush covered her face, causing Della to bite her lip and shift her gaze down towards the ground shyly. She wasn't used to being told such cute things, especially not as often as Sebastien said them, and a part of her really enjoyed it. The other part, however, was still trying to convince her otherwise, and she sighed, trying at first to ignore the negative side of herself, curling up on Sebastien's lap happily and leaning up to kiss him once softly with a smile before she responded.
"See, thats what I mean. You're charming, and artistic, and adorable, and funny, and sweet, and sexy as hell, and athletic, and good at every single thing you do, even pep talks, and for some odd reason, you think the same about me, which is just complete and utter craziness right there." She argued, staring down at the floor again. "It's just crazy."
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 9, 2009 20:02:01 GMT -8
"We all have flaws, D."
He said with a smile.
"And I love you're flaws. They're what make you different from everyone else. They're what make me like you."
He said with a grin before kissing her back. This time, he lingered his lips there for a moment, kissing her deeply.
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 9, 2009 20:05:39 GMT -8
A shy giggle escaped her lips as Sebastien spoke again, the blush that had started to fade popping back up on her pale skin as Della smiled softly.
"I'm glad to hear that then, I'll keep being flawed, just for you." She replied, a grin spreading across her face again as he kissed her again, sliding her arms around his neck to kiss him back, the butterflies returning to her stomach as she kissed him with passion.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 9, 2009 20:15:19 GMT -8
Sebastien kissed her back, smiling. He deepened the kiss and pulled Della on top of her as he lay down on the bed. He felt all warm and he felt his stomach twist, in a good way though. He loved the feel of Della's soft lips and just couldn't get enough of them as he parted her mouth with his tongue and they explored each others mouthes. At that moment, he felt that he could be with Della like this forever. When they pulled apart to breath, he smiled at her. He realized how long they had been kissing for, but he didn't mind just kissing. It was rare at Epson, but he knew he wasn't the only virgin there. He had a happy thought, thinking that Della and him would lose it to each other. He got excited just thinking about it, and a little flustered, imagining her naked. He looked at Della, sweet, innocent Della and smiled.
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 9, 2009 20:23:25 GMT -8
Della willing obliged as he pulled her on top of him, the butterflies in her stomach kicking it up a notch and starting to feel more like giant birds than just butterflies. Kissing him back, she shivered, remembering what had unfortunately happened the last time she was alone with a boy in his room on his bed. As she pulled away to breathe, she smiled back at Sebastien, thankful that no one here knew about what had happened with her and Dylan over the summer. Just thinking about it made her a bit queasy. She was good at hiding it though, and thats what she did then, leaning back down to kiss Sebastien deeply after smiling at him for a few moments. It was almost weird, thinking about how they had gone from friends to so much more in a mere twenty four hours, but she was thrilled about it. Running her fingers through his hair, she smiled into the kiss, praying that no one would walk in and assume that they had been doing anything more than simply kissing. The last thing she needed was a reputation like that in her final high school year.
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Post by Noelle Adae Blanchard on Dec 9, 2009 20:38:11 GMT -8
Sebastien kissed her back, running his hands down her sides. He didn't want to go too far. Not only because he thought Della wasn't ready but because he wasn't ready. And he wanted it to be special as well. Right now he just wanted to enjoy the moment, kissing Della, and remembering that not too long ago, they went through this whole misunderstanding. He kissed her, their breathing growing heavier. He sat up, still kissing her, but pulled away, reluctantly.
"I really don't want you to go, but I have soccer practice early in the morning."
He murmured softly, putting his forehead on hers. He didn't mean to rush her out like this, but he didn't want things to go too far just yet. He wanted to savor every moment. Plus, it wasn't a lie. He did have soccer practice. He kissed the side of her neck softly, waiting for a response.
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Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 10, 2009 12:10:58 GMT -8
As he pulled away, Della did the same, an internal panic starting up in her mind. Had she done something wrong? Why was he sitting up? Did he want her to leave? Oh crap, had she been trying to go too far with it without even realizing it? Biting her lip, she breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke, the worried thoughts starting to leave her mind slowly. Resting her forehead against his forehead for a moment, she waited until he had finished speaking and then pulled back to nod, worry crossing her face again as she checked the time on her cellphone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so late. I mean, I probably should have, seeing as we went to the mall after school for a few hours and then came back here and everything and that took up a bit of time, but I didn't. I'm sorry." She said quickly, biting her lip again worriedly for a moment. A nervous shiver rang through her as he kissed her neck, and she hopped off of the bed quickly, picking up all of the bags she had left by the door and then turning back to smile at him. "I'll see you in Lit. tomorrow then?" Della said softly, approaching the bed again to quickly peck him on the lips before heading back to the door and opening it as quietly as she could. "Goodnight, Sebastien."
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