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Post by Lucy Maggie Stevens on Sept 2, 2010 20:27:29 GMT -5
She gave him a sad puppy dog face as he rejected her. He pushed her away a little and felt a little hurt. She knew it was just because of his father, but she really did get hurt by the rejection. She tried to give him a smile but ended up failing and just looking at her bag. She quickly pulled out of it her underwear. It was a little black thong. Lucy hadn’t picked out her lingerie to look sexy by any means, she had picked out what was comfortable and a thong just happened to be most comfortable while riding. She looked around his room and plucked up her bra. Walking bag to her bag she picked out a drawer of just regular boot cut jeans. She pulled out one of her shirts she had brought and a camisole. She slid her cami over her bra then her shirt on next.
She turned to Mark and joined him to glance over herself before nodding her head. ”Ok, I’m ready. Are you?” She asked him. She knew her hair looked like crap but she honestly didn’t care. She wasn’t in the best mood after the interruption. She wasn’t going to go to work right away so she could easily just run to the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup after breakfast. Right now she just wanted to go downstairs and get it over with. She looked toward the door and started taking a few steps. It was no big deal that he had rejected her, or so she supposed.
Lucy grabbed Mark’s hand. ”Ok. Let’s go.” She told him as she headed toward the door. She just wanted to get out of here and get it over with before it became any worse. She knew Jared was mad and Mark didn’t want her to leave him alone with his father. Mark would probably get it later from his father. Whether he got any more from Lucy any time soon, was debatable.
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Post by Markus Martins on Sept 2, 2010 21:30:06 GMT -5
He sat on the bed, watching her dress with interest. An eyebrow quirked up as he watched her slip on the thong. That was definitely not something he had expected. Next time they had a little alone time, he was going to have to ask why thongs in particular for her. Not that he was complaining. No, indeed. Thongs were very sexy, small, flimsy pieces of clothing, and Mark thanked God for putting the man who invented thongs on earth every day. He continued to watch her dress, wishing he had not turn down the idea of a quickie. He could have gotten away with a quickie... maybe. He wasn't sure entirely.
He looked up when she asked if he was ready. He smiled gently and quickly pulled on his socks and his work boots. He stood and took her hand in his gently as he flicked the lock open and opened the door, leading her downstairs to the kitchen. They were greeted by Dippy, who nudged his nose against their connected hands. "What's for breakfast, Dad?" He asked calmly as he moved to the fridge and fixed a couple of glasses of juice for him and Lucy. He wasn't sure how nice his dad would be right now, but Mark prayed he would show some mercy while Lucy was in their company.
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Post by Jared Martins on Sept 3, 2010 6:47:24 GMT -5
It was amazing what a couple minutes alone could do for a person. Jared knew that better than anyone with the kind of kids he worked with. In the time it had taken Markus and Lucy to get dressed and slowly make their way down the stairs he had come to terms with the fact he had overreacted upstairs, just a bit. That didn’t mean he was about to apologize for it. The kids would just have to accept that they screwed around in his house and got caught. End of story. He figured that the big reason he had barked was because it was all a reminder that his son wasn’t the little boy who had laughed and ran around the yard to get away from having to take a bath. Those days had been so much easier, before Willow Brookes was open for business. He turned the newspaper’s page, not finding anything of interest. At least the weather was supposed to look good for the rest of the week. The benefits of summer.
Hearing the footsteps on the stair, Jared peeked out from behind the papers but went back to looking through the articles. “Pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Eat up.” A soft bark from his side made him look over to see Fleur leaning up against the chair legs as if begging for food. Smirking, he reached across the table and took a strip of bacon to hold over the puppy. She looked up, giving the old man the cutest puppy look trying to get him to drop the bacon while sniffing the air. Not being strong enough or cold enough to resist, he dropped the piece on the floor. The sight of her jumping on the strip that was longer than her was pretty comical. Picking up his fork with one hand, he took a bit from the pancake on his plate before sipping from his black coffee.
Turning another page, Jared let the kids sit down while hiding behind the paper for a moment. He had every intention to ask what the hell had happened to the shotgun from the closet. Just because he was put on bed rest by the doctor didn’t mean he didn’t know or want to know what was going on around the camp. With another sip from the coffee mug, he didn’t bother to look up from the paper while talking, “Anyone care to tell me what happened last night? And I’m not referring to what I walked in on.” There was no beating around the bush, besides it was still far too early for Jared to attempt to create context clues to trap his son into telling him what had happened. Besides if Markus really hadn’t wanted him to find out his son should have put the gun and box of bullets back where they belonged before Lucy and he went upstairs. He might have waited until Lucy had left the house but he wanted to hear everything from the both of them before they had time to make up some story to tell him.
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Post by Lucy Maggie Stevens on Sept 3, 2010 12:20:11 GMT -5
Lucy followed Mark down the stairs and over to the fridge. She wasn’t exactly sure what to think. He had been practically begging her for sex then he had rejected it when she offered it. She wasn’t sure if this was good or bad. Lucy was somebody that always had to think of the worse and right now she wasn’t sure if this was good or bad. It could mean that he didn’t just want to use her for sex, or it could mean that he just wanted to hold onto her for a little while longer. He didn’t plan on keeping her around, but he didn’t want to get in trouble with his father because of her. Lucy wasn’t quite sure. She figured she might hold out on sex for a while with him to see what he does. But Lucy felt like she needed to withdraw her emotions from him, set up a temporary wall. Lucy got scared and now she was trying to protect herself. She wouldn’t allow him too much into her mind.
As Mark poured the juice Lucy took a seat at the table. She didn’t sit the furthest away from Jared as her normal plan. She sat near him actually. She looked at him as he asked the question. She wasn’t sure if the question was directed to her or Jared but she thought maybe she would answer. If she told him about it maybe he would understand more. Lucy knew she wouldn’t be able to tell him without crying. But she was willing to take that chance. ”It was because of me,” is how far she got before she started choking on her words. She remembered how frightened she had been and all the memories. ”My father showed up yesterday. He was at my door and I was scared so I called Mark. He came over and I’m not sure how but got my father to go away while I was hiding in a closet.” Lucy felt a tear roll down her cheek, but she was actually composing herself pretty well.
She took a breath and forked her pancakes. She was losing her appetite as she spoke about last night’s incident. Lucy grabbed one piece of bacon and dropped it on the ground for Dippy. She knew she wouldn’t eat it anyway. She forked her pancakes a little trying to make sure her voice would be strong before she continued. ”I thought…” her voice was weak and she knew she sounded pathetic now. ”I thought I would feel safer sleeping at your guy’s house. Mark offered me his bed and was very adamant about me not being able to deny the offer.” Lucy gave a soft smile in Mark’s direction. The story was getting happier now and felt like she could tell the rest of it. Her voice was stronger and there was a hint of a laugh in it. ”I felt guilty taking his bed, so I offered him to sleep in it with me. I thought I’d feel safer knowing nothing could get to me because he was right there.”
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Post by Markus Martins on Sept 3, 2010 15:00:51 GMT -5
He looked to her as he came over with the glasses of orange juice. He set it down, looking to his father when he asked what happened last night. Mark didn't know that he wanted to say anything about what happened. He hadn't told Jared that Daniel Stevens had been released from where ever they locked him up at. Mark hadn't thought that he would be stupid enough to come and bother Lucy. Obviously, he'd been wrong.
He sat down next to Lucy and took her free hand softly. He gave it a comforting squeeze as his blue eyes looked over her face in concern. He kind of wished she would have given him a chance to explain so she wouldn't have to get so upset. He stroked his thumb along her knuckles watching in concern as she began to attack the pancakes. Mark on the other hand wasn't all that hungry. He looked to his food for a moment, waiting for his chance to explain the gun. That was the unasked question his dad was talking about.
"I took the gun because I wasn't sure what he would do, or if he had gotten into the cabin." And he was scared he would have hurt Lucy. He kind of figured that was an unspoken fact that was obvious to his dad. He looked to the paper his dad was looking at for a moment before he finally dumped some syrup over his pancakes at used his fork to cut into them. He looked tot he floor, watching as Dippy gobbled up the slice of bacon. He glanced to his feet when he felt something press against his leg. Fleur seemed to be hitting everyone up for the tasty treat. Mark picked up his bacon and tore off a piece of it and offered it to the puppy, who happily took it and went to nestle down on the dog bed in the corner of the kitchen.
He looked up to Lucy after a moment, keeping a nice comforting grasp on her hand under the table.
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