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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 22, 2009 19:50:30 GMT
Tessa watched the people file into the ice rink, casting the two a defining look before wandering off and snickering about how couples really should get better places to make out. The brunette was slightly concerned and confused; they weren't making out and they certainly weren't a couple. Well, the former of those two was something that would just about come to a surprise for her in a couple more seconds, as they just continued to sit there; her on his lap and their gazes close.
After she'd finished talking about the gossip board and Valentino, Tessa watched as Ian leaned in a little closer to her, tilting his head down so that they were level in face. She gulped, tried her best to keep her expression normal, as though she knew what was coming next; she had an inkling, but it wasn't as sure-fire as she probably would have liked to hope. Then he came closer and she felt his hot breath against her lips, then his lips against her own and for one second she lost it.
The brunette's breathing faltered as he kissed her, pressing his lips against her for around ten seconds before pulling back, hanging his head and muttering an apology. Tessa was infuriated that he'd apologised, but was unable to voice this since her breathing had not only faultered, but also stopped after the kiss. Blowing out a breath, the brunette shook her head at his apology. Words were not coming freely to her at the moment, instead she pressed her lips back against his.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 22, 2009 20:09:05 GMT
He had never really kissed a girl out of sheer attraction. It was always lust. ut this was different, it was attraction. He actually liked this girl, enough to express it at least a small bit with a tiny kiss.
He did feel bad, because he could feel that slap coming already. He closed his eyes to wait for it to come, but it didn't. He lifted his chin up, only to be met again with her lips. He didn't feel a hand, or she did not get up and leave. Of coarse, she wouldn't e able to leave because she couldn't walk on ice very well.
He allowed her to keep kissing, and well introduced a little bit open mouth to the kissing. His hands pulling her closer now to him. If she wasn't warm before, she was warm now. His hand slowly sliding down her arm, caressing gently.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 22, 2009 20:36:51 GMT
Kissing another person before had never really been something on her mind, she'd never actually kissed someone before, either. So, this was a whole new experience and Tessa wasn't going to lie - she was enjoying the feeling and wanted a little more, well, she didn't want it to end yet.
She could, by the way he was now holding himself, that he was prepared for her to either slap him, yell at him or walk away from him - the latter of the two would be just a little more than potentially problematic, considering she was rather un-co-ordinated on the ice. Instead she had waited a few moments before returning the kiss and pressing herself closer to him than before.
They continued to kiss, him opening his mouth a little more so that it was deeper. He pulled her closer to his body, she certainly was warm now, a lot warmer. The blood was rushing to her cheeks, blushing. Her heart bounced around erratically and she could feel his hand sliding down her arm, caressing it gently. Tessa felt as though she were floating on clouds, she deepened the kiss to some extent, turning her whole body and wrapping her arms around his neck.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 22, 2009 21:47:21 GMT
He honestly did not care that people where watching them. The entire line of Freshmen hockey team just watching the two upper classmen, well... Make out. Ha, Guess they did need to find a better place to make out huh? The freshmen watched in awe as one of their upper classmen fellow hockey players, was well making out with one of their fellow students right there on the ice.
He did not care at this point. When her arms wrapped around his neck, and she shifted he would pull her a bit closer now, and his hand went ot her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her soft skin on her cheek. He continued to move his lips with hers, his tongue making one or two appearances at some point.
After about a few minutes of pure making out, he would pull away. He had to breath, plus about 20 kids from the freshmen team where watching. His eyes opened and he watched her and he just smiled.
He would slide his hand down her arm, then back up to her cheek and smiled," That was fun." He said letting out a small chuckle. His eyes looking into hers, and he just leaned in once more kissing her cheek, and down to her neck. He pulled away slowly and just hit his head against the wall behind him, " that was really fun." He said, giving that handsome smile once again.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 23, 2009 19:54:49 GMT
It was probably a little bit of a funny sight; a sophomore in the arms of senior and the two of them locked in each other's mouths, ignoring everything and anything around them; especially the lines of freshman hockey players standing on the other side of the border, looking at them. A few of them must have known Tessa by her reputation because there was a moment where a couple of them mumbled something about Ian being a 'lucky son-of-a-bitch' and other stuff.
Like Ian, she did not care that they were looking at her, instead she was concentrating harder on leaning more into Ian, pressing her lips a little harder against his as they both sat there. Right now, there was no other place in the world that she'd rather be than in his lap, staring into his eyes.
After several moments of making out, he pulled back, smiling. She smiled back, a little more as he slid his hand down her arm, before pulling it back up to her cheek and smiling more. He was right; it was fun. Tessa agreed with a nod of her head, smirking a little as he chuckled. Their eyes locked and then he was kissing her cheek, all the way down to her neck, Tessa pushed her head back a little, so that he could go a little more. "I know." she breathed, leaning into him.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 23, 2009 20:54:41 GMT
Pulling back he would look to the rows of Freshmen. He looked up to the scoreboard, which also provided a clock. It was pretty late/early. It was freaky 5:30 am. That explains the freshmen up and practicing. He would sigh, " How about we go get something for breakfast?" He chuckled with a smile. He would shift, and as soon as he got one skate down he was holding her up in the air now. One arm under her knees, the other underneath her back.
He had never really done this with a girl actually. He never really liked anyone, for the sake of being liked in return. It was always either sex, or just an arm ornament to look good with at prom. He never really liked someone, always lusted for someone.
His strides where smooth and short as they came to a stop at the edge of the ice. He licked open the door to the bench and set her down on her own two feet and gave her one last kiss," Let me get showered, and changed, and I will meet you out front. He asked her as he moved in beside her now standing on solid ground with his skates. He sat down on the bench and began unlacing his skates, waiting for her reply.
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