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 ➶ we are like young volcanoes, bobby/misty
marina g. smith ★
 Posted: May 7 2014, 05:24 PM
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CHAPTER ONE.


I'M NOT
PARALYZED
BUT I SEEM TO BE STRUCK BY YOU

A perk of having parents who work crazy hours is that Marina can throw parties whenever her heart desires. Unfortunately, it also means that by default, she has to let Mason hang out with them – providing he doesn’t embarrass her – to ensure he won’t tell their parents, a threat he’s made numerous times in the past. So far, every party she’s thrown has gone without a hitch but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t worry in the days leading up to it. Hours before it and she’s a wreck, checking and rechecking that everything is perfect. It’s not as if it matters, everyone will be far too drunk to notice, but Marina Bello does not settle for anything less than perfection in anything she does. At least this way there’s absolutely no chance that they’re going to run out of alcohol, which she’s seen happen at one too many parties, because while her parents are pretty lax about her throwing parties, she doubts they’d very much appreciate a bunch of drunken teenagers raiding their liquor drawer and drinking their 62 year old Dalmore whiskey.

She’s halfway through applying and reapplying her lipstick when the doorbell chimes downstairs. She waits for a moment, lips pursed, wondering if Mason is actually going to answer it instead of playing his ridiculous video games or if she has to everything herself. It chimes again and she huffs, offering a quick “one second!” explanation to whoever is waiting outside. They can wait for a while, she thinks, because they’re far too early to even be considered on time. Most people don’t show up until at least thirty minutes after the party ‘officially’ begins. Even Sofia doesn’t bother to show up early – although that’s probably because she’s too busy getting ready too. She sighs quietly, slipping her heels on and readjusting the straps of her crop top before glancing in the mirror for a moment, running her tongue over her lips. She looks good, that much she knows.

She’s almost down the stairs when Mason finally appears from the living room. “Nice of you to show your face,” she hisses, eyes rolling skyward as Mason simply shrugs in her direction and pulls open the front door. It’s only a few of his loser friends who are clearly hoping to tag along to a party that they otherwise wouldn’t be invited to and she can’t refuse in case Mason decides to tell their parents. “You can stay in your bedroom, just don’t show your face down here.” It’s met with a chorus of groans but she simply rolls her eyes, shoving past them so she can get to the kitchen. She needs a drink before everybody arrives, away from her ridiculous boring brother and his even duller friends. She just hopes he sticks to the rules and doesn’t try to interact with any of their friends and make a fool of her.

They’re a few hours into the party when Marina eventually manages to tear away from everybody for a while. Everybody is already drunk, proclaiming that it’s the ‘best party ever’ – much to Marina’s pleasure, although she’d never admit that. She pushes through the crowds that are gathered in the hallways and slips into the kitchen, popping open a bottle of beer and taking a sip. It’s hardly the most feminine of drinks but it was the closest thing to her and she doesn’t want to go to the trouble of mixing a fresh batch of cocktails. She leans back against the kitchen counter and closes her eyes, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “What are you doing? Get your ass back out here.” She opens her eyes again, narrowing them as they fall on Sofia.

“What?” She grumbles, taking a long sip of her beer. “Seven minutes in heaven. We’re going to play.” Seven minutes in heaven, as if they’re a bunch of twelve year olds that haven’t been kissed yet. She can think of nothing worse than playing such a childish game but Sofia seems so enthusiastic about it that she doesn’t have the heart to say no to her. “Alright, alright, alright. Jesus. She mutters angrily, pushing herself away from the counter so she can follow Sofia into the living room.

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robert m. smith ★
 Posted: May 7 2014, 11:41 PM
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IF YOUR
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WHAT YOUR EYES CAN DO

Bobby’s spent most of his day anticipating the huge party that’s happening at Marina Bello’s house. And, also, his friend Mason’s, but he’s hardly relevant where his gorgeous twin sister is involved. He’s gone off for hours (according to Gus) about how much he’s looking forward to admiring Marina’s aesthetically appealing appearance from a safe and comfortable distance, in which Gus would always reply with a half-hearted groan or a very irritated “shut up, shut up, shut up”. That didn’t stop Bobby from continuing to express his borderline obsession with a girl who barely knows he exists or even cares that he does. To her he’s just one of her brother’s obnoxious friends that stares at her for way too long and looks away with a flushed face when she finally notices. He doesn’t care. He’ll take what he can get. He spends way too long in his closet chucking shirts here and tossing jeans there and shuffling through his shoes about ten times before finally deciding to wear a simple black sweater with jeans and his converse, but Gus jumps up from the bed telling him “no, no, no, no” and he’s really confused as to what the problem is. Apparently he looks like he’s attending the “nerd-o-rama of all funerals”. He looks down at his sweater, tugging at it slightly and wondering why it looks so bad, but he takes it off and slips on a t-shirt instead. Gus is still not pleased, though.

Bobby waits patiently as Gus throws clothes at him and telling him to put them on, so he does what he’s told without question and, finally, Gus is satisfied with the outcome. He even says Marina might look at him for more than a second now, which kind of gives him a little hope and confidence. Just a little, though. They ride in Bobby’s Jeep to the party but no one seems to be there. He’s tempted to check the date on his phone, but he’s sure Mason said the party was today. Gus complains about being “pathetically early” as he exits the vehical and Bobby catches up beside him on the sidewalk. “No, we’re fashionably early and we can help Marina and Mason set up for the party, so we’ll also look polite and considerate.” Gus simply rolls his eyes and rings the doorbell a few times before the door is finally answered by Marina and Bobby’s sure he’s stopped breathing at the sight of how pretty she looks in her crop top and skirt.

Bobby’s about to offer to help with snacks or anything but before he can even open his mouth to speak, she’s ordering them to stay in Mason’s bedroom, as if she even has authority over them. Still, it’s kind of hot to see her being so assertive, even if it’s uncalled for. The three boys groan in unison before dragging themselves upstairs to Mason’s room, where they sit in silence for almost half an hour before they decides to play video games. About another hour into that and Gus is turning the volume down, grinning and pointing out that the party’s started and they should crash it. Mason argues that his sister will kill him if he simply walks through to get a drink and it’s not like any of her friends would be willing to talk to them anyway. Gus shakes his head as if he pities Mason’s way of thinking as he pulls out a bag of weed and explaining that all of her friends will be willing to conversate with them as long as they’re generous enough to share their stash. Mason argues that they might find them just as lame as usual for having only weed. Bobby groans as he pauses the game and throws his head back overdramatically. He was supposed to be memorizing the way Marina flicks her hair over her shoulder so flirtatiously when she laughs her adorable little laugh, flashing her flawless set of teeth. “Then the only way to go is up, guys.” That seems to settle the argument and they make their way downstairs to sneak into the party.

They manage to avoid Marina’s line of sight for most of the night and Gus and Mason take off to share the weed while Bobby hangs back by the snacks and tries to look as casual as possible while glancing in Marina’s direction every once in a while. He should probably stop watching her like a creep, but he doesn’t recall the last time someone was considered creepy for finding the sunset to be so beautifully captivating, so why should this be any different? He watches as she makes an escape to the kitchen and he knows he can’t really follow her in there because, yes, that would be rather creepy. He waits a moment or two for her to come out, but she doesn’t and only Sofia goes in, so he’s starting to grow a little concerned. Maybe she needs help with something. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to just peek in and check. By the time he makes it to the door of the kitchen, it’s flying open too quickly and smacking him right in the face. He groans in pain and clutches his nose as the two girls are rushing past him with little worry for his well being and he supposes it wouldn’t hurt to see what they’re so interested in to cause them to dangerously swing the door open and possibly injuring his face. He squeezes his nose a few times and decides that it’s neither broken nor bleeding and he’s probably going to be just fine. Except, his glasses seemed to be a bit cracked in one lens from the impact, so he reluctantly sticks them in his pocket and decides the brave the world with shitty vision. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to do this.

He makes his way into the living room to find a blurry group of people in a circle as if they’re playing spin the bottle, but that can’t possible be the case considering they’re all seniors in high school and not, like, twelve. Apparently, though, that’s exactly what it is and to make it even more exciting, it’s seven minutes in heaven. Wow! He sighs due to boredom now that he can’t even see Marina now that his vision was rudely stripped away from him. He decides it can’t hurt to participate, even if she won’t be particularly pleased with the idea and he doubts she’ll make a scene in front of her friends just to kick him out of the game. Besides, it’s not like any girl is going to willingly kiss him if the bottle happens to point in his direction. They’ll just sit in the closet in an awkward silence until time is up. That’s usually how things go for Bobby. Though, he has to admit he’s sometimes the one who suggest sitting there in an awkward silence until time runs out because, well, he’s never been kissed before and he’d really rather it not happen during a game. Then again, the last time he played this he was fifteen and things are a little different now. He’s to the point of desperation that he’d kiss any girl for any reason. Preferably Marina Bello, but as if that’s ever going to happen. Even in his dreams she coldly rejects him.

He sees someone in the circle who looks vaguely similar to Gus, but he can’t be too sure until he sees him up close. He’s relieved, though, when he realizes it really is Gus. He shouldn’t be too surprised considering it’s a game that involves kissing and even though it’s so middle school, Gus will jump on the chance to kiss anyone, anywhere and for any reason. He’s not even desperate, he just likes kissing. A lot. Bobby sits next to him and forces a smile as he warns Gus not to mention the fact that he got his glasses broke again. Soon enough, the game begins and people take their turns, but apparently the game is a little different with an added twist (pun not intended). Whoever’s turn it is goes into the close and waits while someone spins the bottle and whoever it lands on goes into the closet with them. When the time is up, the second person leaves first so the first person doesn’t know who they’ve been kissing for seven minutes. It’s a bit complicating, but Bobby thinks he can understand it easily. Maybe someone will actually be willing to kiss him if they don’t even know it’s him. He licks his lips in anticipation, but stops when he realizes that might chap them before it’s his turn to go into the closet. He squints to see who’s turn it is and he thinks it’s Marina’s until people start cheering her name as she goes into the closet, then he’s certain it must be her turn.

He watches as the bottle spins, though it’s not like he can really see it from this distance. The room falls silent and Bobby sits there wondering why it’s so quiet until Gus nudges his shoulder and informs him that the bottle’s landed on him. There must be a mistake. It must be a joke. There’s no way they actually expect him, Bobby Smith, to go into a dark closet with her, Marina Bello, for seven full minutes and kiss. He turns to Gus, scared out of his mind. There’s absolutely no way he can kiss Marina without any experience to back him up. He’ll only disappoint her considering she’s kissed way more people that he has (though it’s not hard to beat his record of zero), so his lips will only pale in comparison to every lucky guy that’s every had the pleasure of smooching Marina Bello. Bobby shakes his head violently. “No, no, no. I can’t. I don’t want to. Pick someone else. Please.” He sounds pathetic, even to him, but he doesn’t really care at this point. In fact, he kind of just wants to go home and watch the Goonies and forget about this entire mess of an evening. Gus pushes him until he’s forced to stand and a few people are telling him he has to because it’s the rules as if he’s bound by contract to follow these set “rules” to a stupid middle school game. He sighs in defeat and walks slowly to the closet, trying to give himself a pep talk in his head, but all he can think is: wow, wow, wow I might actually get to kiss Marina Bello. He swallows nervously as his hand hesitantly turns the doorknob, slipping quickly past the threshold before shutting the door behind him. They stand there in silence for a few moments, wasting precious time when they could be playing a nice game of tonsil hockey. “We don’t have to kiss,” he blurts out and he regrets it immediately because she might be willing to sit in an awkward silence and he’ll be the idiot to passed up a chance to make out with Marina freaking Bello, of all people.

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marina g. smith ★
 Posted: May 8 2014, 07:49 AM
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I'M NOT
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BUT I SEEM TO BE STRUCK BY YOU

Spin the bottle meets ‘seven minutes in heaven’ sounds ridiculous and more than a little childish. Marina is a little furious that her party has turned into something that resembles a middle school get together. She’d spent so much time ensuring that it was arguably mature - for God’s sake, she’d even made cocktails. Sofia looks so damn excited over the prospect, as if she actually wants to be kissed by half of the losers that are at this party so she can’t say no to her, no matter how much she wants to. Sofia is probably the only person who can unknowingly force Marina to do something she doesn’t want to - even something like seven minutes in heaven. Sofia’s excitably bouncing from one foot to the other, eagerly awaiting for her to finish off her beer so Marina takes a last sip and picks up another bottle, hesitantly following Sofia out of the kitchen. Sofia pushes open the door and Marina swears she hears it connecting with something or somebody but frankly, she really doesn’t care. If it’s somebody from the party, they shouldn’t be stupid enough to stand behind a door. She smirks, casting her eyes back so she can see who it is but they’re covering their face and she really doesn't recognize them. They’re probably not important enough to care about so she continues to walk, smiling at the people - well, the people worthy of her attention - that she passes.

She shoves past people that are already sitting in the circle, making a space for herself and Sofia. Everyone is excitably mumbling about the game and she rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her beer as they try to decide on rules. Basically, from what she understands, whoever’s turn it is has to wait in the closet and then somebody else spins the bottle, so whoever they have to kiss is a complete secret. It sounds stupid, even to her, and she wants to refuse on the premise that she doesn’t want to kiss somebody if she doesn’t know who they are. For all she knows, it’s going to be somebody hideous and they’ll be sent in purely to embarrass her. She decides that if she doesn’t like something about the - well, their voice, the way they smell, whatever it may be considering she can’t see them - person she’s being forced to kiss, she’ll just refuse. She’s satisfied with that decision as it’s undoubtedly the only way to ensure her reputation stays in tact. If they don’t like it, they can get out of her party and she’ll happily escort them to the door.

They start bickering over who’s turn it is and who should go first, as if it matters. They’re far too excited to kiss people they don’t know while Marina can frankly think of nothing worse. She isn’t a prude, not by any stretch of imagination - she’s kissed a lot of people and slept with more than a fair few but they’ve all been people she’s actually had the vaguest interest in, not just a bunch of losers (minus a select few, admittedly) that she’d invited to her party. She decides it’s even worse when she spots Mason’s friends in the circle, clearly trying their hardest to blend into the group without realizing that they stick out like sore thumbs. They couldn’t even pretend to be cool if they tried. She’s about to get extremely angry and pause the entire game so she can drag Mason from wherever he is to collect his friends but then she decides it’s probably not worth it. Nobody has mentioned the sudden appearance of two nerds and she’ll only bring attention to it if she makes a scene by throwing them out of the party. All she can hope is that she doesn’t get stuck kissing one of them because she’ll definitely refuse then.

She pushes herself to her feet and smirks as people begin cheering her name, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she passes them. The closet is a little cramped for her liking and it’s pitch black, which is probably the whole point but it doesn’t mean she likes it. God, she’s bored with this already. She hopes that whoever is supposed to be kissing her hurries up before she falls asleep in the closet or something. She crosses her arms over her chest, straining her ears to ear what’s being said outside. She can’t really hear much at first until somebody loudly proclaims that they need to ‘pick somebody else, please.’ She’s strangely offended that whoever it is doesn’t want to kiss her - everybody wants to kiss her, even if she isn’t interested in kissing them. She clicks her tongue against her teeth, narrowing her eyes despite the fact that she can’t see anything anyway. She has exactly two options when they finally come into the closet, at least five minutes later, or that’s what it feels like: she can refuse to even interact with them or she can show them exactly why they should want to kiss her. She decides on the latter. She hears a voice say that they don’t have to kiss, a masculine voice, thankfully and she shakes her head even though he won’t be able to see her. “We have to kiss, actually.” It’s in the rules, even if she really doesn’t give a shit about rules.

She pushes herself from the wall she was leaning against, arms out stretched in hopes of her hands making contact with whoever she has to spend the next seven minutes with. Her hand finally connects with something - an arm, she thinks - and she trails her hand up from his arm, across his chest - he feels like he works out, thankfully, if her hands brushing slowly up his chest are to be believed - and up to his face. She hopes she doesn’t accidentally poke him in the eye or something because that would hardly prove that he should want to kiss her and that she’s a good kisser, but luckily she manages to avoid his eyes completely (at least, it doesn’t feel like she’s touched it) and she brushes her fingers across his lips slowly before pushing herself closer to him, hesitating for only a second (God, she hopes they aren’t hideous or an awful kisser) until she decides that she’s being ridiculous and she presses her lips against his, pleasantly surprised by how soft they feel against her own.

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robert m. smith ★
 Posted: May 9 2014, 02:01 AM
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He watches as best he can with blurry vision as Marina stands up and walks to the closet, flicking her hair over her shoulder. At least, that’s what he thinks she’s doing. She’s probably smiling, too, and he’s missing every second of it. He’s tempted to put his broken glasses back on, but he’ll only look ridiculous since there’s a crack in the lens and there’s really no point now that she’s already in the closet and out of his sight. He hopes the seven minutes doesn’t take that long, because even though she’s a blurry figure to him right now, she’s still the prettiest girl in the room. Someone spins the bottle to see who the lucky person is that gets to kiss Marina Bello. He can only hope that they appreciate the moments they share with her. He's confused for a moment when the room falls into silence and they're all staring in his direction, at least that's what he thinks. Maybe they're staring at Gus. It's really hard to tell when he's practically blind without his glasses. Gus nudges his shoulder and explains that the bottle has landed on him. Bobby shakes his head and refuses to go into the closet with Marina. He's only going to humiliate himself even if she doesn't know it's him, he'll know. He'll always remember his first kiss being a disappointment to his biggest crush.

He takes his sweet time making his way to the closet and opening the door before slipping into the darkness. He can't hear anything except her steady breathing and a loud thumping in his ears. He doesn't even think before he's telling her that they don't have to kiss. It was a stupid thing to say, even though he's terrified of kissing her. Now that he's in here and this close to her, passing up the chance to have his first kiss with Marina would be the dumbest thing he's ever done. He sighs as she tells them they have to kiss. The fact that she thinks she has tobkids him kind of puts a damper on things. She must've gotten a list of these rules that the others mentioned when they practically stared him down until he was left no other choice than to enter the closet, or as they like to call it: heaven. "I don't think we actually ha—oh." Her hand is on his arm and he's not quite sure why Marina Bello would put her hand on his arm until he realizes that she doesn't even know that it's his arm. Still, that doesn't keep his heart from racing a mile a minute from simply being touched by her.

Her hand moves from his arm to his chest, leaving a tingling trail of nerves in it's wake and he can only hope that she can't feel his heart hammering quickly against his chest. He swallows nervously, unable to speak or even think clearly enough to successfully string a proper sentence together if he dared to try. Still, he's sure he should be saying something instead of standing still in silence like he's not even remotely interested in what she's doing, when it's actually kind of turning him on. She moves her hand up to his face and he's not exactly sure what she's trying to accomplish, so he takes a deep breath and licks his lips before her fingers find them and he feels kind of bad that he's just wet them with his saliva. He notices her taking a step towards him as closing the distance between them and he feels her body heat against him as she replaces her fingers with her lips. His eyes grow wide with shock as he throws his hands up, unsure what to do with them. He's not even sure what to do with his lips, so he ends up just standing there as if he's frozen in place. Her lips feel nice, he notices, though he doesn't have much to compare them with. He decides to close his eyes and try to enjoy this extremely awkward moment for as long as he can. It's his first kiss, after all.



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marina g. smith ★
 Posted: May 10 2014, 05:47 PM
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She doesn't give a shit about the rules that they've laid out for her, as if they have any authority over her and they can decide who she kisses and who she doesn't. Yet here she is, demanding that they kiss because it's part of the rules. It really has nothing to do with them, although she's loath to admit what it's really about, that she's insulted somebody (probably a nobody, at that) doesn't want her and isn't leaping at the chance to kiss her. That just doesn't happen, not to Marina. Maybe it happens to other girls but she's never been rejected in her life. She's determined, somewhat childishly, that she's going to prove to this person just why they should want to kiss her. There's no way they're going to leave this closet without wanting to kiss her again, although she doubts she'll give them the chance to. Maybe it'll depend on whether they're a good kisser or not, but she isn't holding out much hope. She hears the closet door open and then close so she thinks somebody else is in there with her, although they easily could have simply pretended. It takes a few moments before she hears the steady sound of his breathing.

He still insists that they don’t have to kiss which really is just insulting. It’s one thing to say it to everybody in the circle (that’s bad enough – everyone now knows somebody desperately doesn’t want to kiss her) but it’s an entirely different thing to say it to her face. She feels the need to tell him that they do need to kiss – because it’s part of the rules – and he doesn’t seem to object any further which just makes her entirely too smug. She hasn’t even kissed him yet and he’s already changing his mind. She rests her hand on his arm as it’s the only thing that she can reach out to touch, at least safely. “Maybe I want to kiss.” She doesn’t even know who it is but, even if she didn’t want to prove a point, she’d probably want to kiss because there’s really nothing else to do. They have a full seven minutes and it’s not as if somebody is going to let them leave early just because they’re bored. Besides, they won’t be bored if they’re kissing.

She moves her hand from his arm to his chest and she’s oddly impressed by the fact that his chest feels toned. That’s a good sign, at least, so she concludes that he must at least work out or something. Maybe he even plays sports. She’s half tempted to leave her hand where it is because his chest feels nice underneath her hand but she moves it slowly to his face (or where she thinks his face is) and brushes her fingers across his lips. They feel soft and.. kind of wet, as if he’s been applying lip balm or something, which is a surprisingly nice gesture if they’re going to start making out. She doesn’t want to kiss somebody with chapped lips, after all. She moves closer to him and replaces her fingers with her lips, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips at the feeling of his own soft lips against hers. He doesn’t seem to be doing anything, his lips are pretty much pressed together and she’s not even sure what he’s doing with his hands. She licks along his lower lip slowly, hoping he’ll at least be willing to make out a little but frankly, she’s not holding out much hope. “You can use your hands, you know.” She mutters, pulling away only slightly so she can look up at him but she can’t see a thing. He still hasn’t moved his hands so she uses her own to pull them slightly and rest them against her waist, although she hopes he’ll at least put them somewhere else. When she’s finally satisfied, she leans up a little (he’s taller than her, she notices) and nips at his lower lip with her teeth gently, brushing her fingers across his chest slowly.

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robert m. smith ★
 Posted: May 11 2014, 02:33 PM
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He doesn’t understand why she’s so willing to kiss him when she doesn’t even know who he is. For all she knows, he could be a complete loser. He is a complete loser. He’s not surprised, though, given her reputation with guys (and a handful of girls, though that could be just rumors), so kissing anyone in a dark closet without first knowing their identity probably is easy for her. Still, he’d really would hate to kiss someone without knowing at least what they look like, even if that makes him shallow. He can’t help that appearance is important to him. She rests her hand on his arm and he let’s out a quiet “oh” before she tell him that maybe she wants to kiss. He sighs slowly because, after all, whatever Marina Bello wants, Marina Bello gets. He doesn’t even bother saying anything else because she’s made her choice. She wants to kiss him and there’s not really anything he can do to stop her.

She keeps feeling his body and he wonders if she’s looking for something or just getting handsy with him. Should he feel her body? Probably not. If he so much as accidentally brushes his hand against her boob, he’s sure she’ll call the whole thing off and storm out of the closet, only to be disgusted that she almost kissed one of her brother’s loser friends. He decides to keep his hands to himself. She moves her fingers to his lips and he’s not quite sure what she’s trying to do (study his lips before she kisses him?), but it feels too nice to interrupt her with asking. He doesn’t even see it coming (literally) when she finally kisses him. Her lips feel really nice, he thinks, and he’s sure her tongue feels just as nice, but he’s much too nervous to dare to open his mouth even slightly to see for himself. This one simple kiss should be enough for her. It can’t be bad and it can’t be good. It will be average, just like Bobby is.

He swears he can feel her lips tug into a smile, though, but that can’t be right. There’s no way a mediocre kiss like this could ever make her smile. She licks his lower lip and he’s sure he made a noise of surprise, but hopefully she didn’t notice. He’s thankful it’s dark so she can’t see him blush. Still, he keeps his mouth shut in fear that opening it will only bring this kiss downhill. He holds his hands in there for lack of anything better to do with them, or lack of knowledge of what to do with them. She pulls away to tell him he can use his hands and that’s good to know, except he doesn’t know how to use them. “Oh. Right.” That’s all he can think of to say and he realizes too late that it might’ve been a little rude, but he’s too nervous right now to string together a proper sentence. Plus, all he wants is to feel her lips against his again.

She tugs his hands down and places them on what he assumes is her waist. He moves his hands around slightly just so he can confirm that, yes, they are on her waist and right above her ass. He swallows nervously considering he’s never had his hands on a girl like this before. He licks his lips again, blinking his eyes rapidly as he takes a deep breath. “So, uh….” He wants to say something to her, but he’s not sure what he could say. He opens his mouth, ready to say the first thing on his mind, but it’s quickly forgotten when she’s practically biting his lower lip. He’s not even sure if this is a normal thing, but he’s thankful she distracted him so he wouldn’t say anything stupid. Plus, her teeth actually feel kind of… good.

She moves her hand slowly down his chest and he’s sure he’s definitely allowed to do whatever he wants with his own hands. Besides, he’s already kissed her, so if she decides to end it now and he can happily say his very first kiss was with Marina Bello. He considers lowering his hands to her ass, but he’s sure she didn’t intend on him putting them there when she moved them to her waist. He moves them up slightly, just to be doing something with them, before pushing her away from him only slightly. He can feel a possible boner coming on and he’d really rather she didn’t feel it pressed against her crotch and he’s sure that she will be thankful for his consideration.


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marina g. smith ★
 Posted: May 12 2014, 12:55 PM
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He is a surprisingly good kisser and she can only assume he has a lot of experience. Most guys use too much tongue and it feels like she's being licked by an over excitable puppy, but his kisses are chaste and it only makes her crave more which she supposes is the point. He probably wants her to want more and she does. She wants to feel his soft lips against hers some more so she can't resist licking along his lower lip slowly, hoping he'll at least be willing to heat it up a little. She hears him squeak slightly, as if he's surprised she's done it, but it makes her smirk anyway because she's sure he enjoyed it. His mouth remains shut anyway, even when she licks along his lower lip again and she's practically desperate to feel his tongue against her own - a fact she's not about to admit to him because Marina Bello doesn't beg to make out with somebody, no matter how much she wants to and no matter how good they are at kissing.

She leans up to press her lips against his again, deciding it's at least worth a second chance to get him to make out with her. She's not going to just shove her tongue in his mouth but she decides there's nothing wrong with a little gentle persuasion. She tells him he's free to use his hands in any way he wants (although there's really not enough time to fool around and besides, Marina isn't exactly slutty enough to fuck somebody in a closet when she doesn't know them - maybe if she did, she'd be willing) but she still doesn't feel his hands against her body so she grabs hold of them, pressing them against her hips and hoping that he gets the message that she wants him to explore her body, at least above the waist - although she'd make exceptions if he decided to grab her ass. He at least moves his hands a little but it's hardly enough to get excited about because it's obvious he's just trying to figure out where she'd placed them which is kind of ridiculous because he'd know if she'd moved his hands to somewhere interesting like her breasts or even her ass.

His hands move up and she rolls her eyes because, really, what is he going to do there? Aside from undoing her bra, there's absolutely nothing remotely entertaining to do. "What are you, a virgin?" She mutters, grabbing his arms again so she can rest his hands on her ass. It's not like it's a big deal (she knows Sofia still is - she's all talk and no action) but when she says he can use his hands, it means he can use his hands. "Kiss me like you mean it." She's being a little demanding and probably kind of mean but she really doesn't want to spend seven minutes kissing him like she'd kiss her grandma. Besides, nobody has ever complained in the past. Most guys like to he dominated, they're just too shy to say it. He pushes her away from him and she huffs angrily, narrowing her eyes despite the fact that neither of them can see the other. She doesn't understand why he's so insistent on not kissing her or, now, being even slightly close to her. She hates that she's worrying that she's a bad kisser or something similar - she shouldn't care what somebody thinks of her, but she hardly wants them to go around telling everybody that she's really not as amazing as the rumours suggest. She shifts closer to him again, pressing her body against his and she suddenly realizes why he was so hesitant to be close to her. She can feel the slight bulge in his jeans and she stands on her tiptoes so she can kiss him again (he really is extremely tall), smirking against his lips when she 'accidentally' rubs herself against his groin. "Oops. My bad."

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robert m. smith ★
 Posted: May 13 2014, 05:43 PM
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She tells him to use his hands and he’s not exactly sure what she means by that but he can only guess she wants him to touch her body in some way, except he’s doesn’t really know where or how. She grabs his arms and puts his hands on her waist and he’s tempted to lower them slightly so he can feel her ass, but he doubt she would appreciate that very much, so he just moves them up a little just to be doing something with them. He can feels the hooks of her bra through her shirt and he swallows nervously considering he’s never felt any part of a bra before, at least while a girl was actually wearing it. She asks if he’s a virgin and he narrows his eyes at her, as if she could even see him, and huffs indignantly, offended that she would just assume he’s a virgin because he’s trying to be polite. “Excuse me? I am not a virg—” He’s cut off from his lie when she pushes his hands down to her ass and he shuts his mouth tightly closed, licking his lips as he hesitantly moves his hands around to feel her properly considering she wants his hands there anyway. He’s stared at her ass enough to think it looks nice, but to actually feel that it is nice is a completely different experience.

She tells him to kiss her like he means it and he sure as hell does not know how to do that, especially when he’s barely been the one kissing at all. The fact that she’s being so demanding is really turning him on, so he pushes her away just a little so she doesn’t have to feel his inevitable boner pressing against her. It really is the worst time to get one, but he’s not at all surprised considering she turns him on so much. He can hear her huffing and he feels bad for upsetting her because he didn’t mean to insult her when he pushed her away. He’s about to tell her why he did it until he realizes that there’s not really an easy way to explain that without embarrassing himself and disgusting her.

She moves close to him again and he’s about to take a step back until he feels her lips on his again and he’s tempted to open his mouth this time, except he’s sure that would just make him harder and she’s pressed against him now, so she would definitely know then if she doesn’t now. He lets out a groan and pulls away when she rubs up against him and she gives him a sarcastic “oops” as if she did it on purpose and he realizes that she probably did do it on purpose, given her reputation. He licks his lips again and contemplates what he wants to do. The obvious choice is to goddamn kiss her and move his hands all over her body like she told him to in the first place. He decides that, even if he somehow happens to be a good kisser, there’s no way Marina Bello will know it was him (unless Sofia tells her) and so he has absolutely no chance with her, so he might as well enjoy this opportunity that God has given him and kiss the hell out of her.

He tugs her closer by her ass and backs her up slightly against some coats, which isn’t what he was hoping for. He kind of imagined he’d back her up against a wall and kiss her passionately like in the movies, but he supposes that would be impossible since they’re in a closet and this is real life. He’ll take what he can get. He takes a deep breath before leaning over to kiss her again, but accidentally leaning over too far and pressing his mouth against her neck. He can work with this, he thinks, as he trails kisses up her neck until he finds her lips and finally parts his own, a little surprised when he can taste beer on her tongue. He doesn’t remember seeing her drink any beer tonight, but he supposes she could’ve easily had some while Gus and Mason were distracting him with nonsense. It’s weirdly satisfying, though, considering she could’ve tasted much worse.

He runs one hand up a little so he can feel her exposed skin between her skirt and crop top, brushing his fingers against her back and pulling her even closer to him because she’s just not close enough in his opinion. He moves his other hand against her ass before squeezing it gently and he really wonders where any of this is coming from because it’s not like him at all. She’s much too short, he realizes, it’s really starting to cramp his neck, so he pulls away to catch his breath and try to figure out how to make this easier for the both of them. “Did that have enough meaning for you, Bello?” he says and he’s definitely not sure where that came from, but he figures he should say something since they’re not kissing and he doesn’t want her to think he doesn’t want to when he’s just trying to make their kissing less strenuous for the both of them.

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 Posted: May 15 2014, 07:49 PM
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He tries to deny that he’s a virgin and maybe he isn’t, maybe he’s just incredibly shy but if he is, this really isn’t the place for him. He shouldn’t have agreed to play seven minutes in heaven – knowing that he’s bound to end up in the closet with somebody – although she supposes that he could have been pressured into playing it by his friends, just like she was. Still, he willingly (almost, he did refuse to begin with) came into the closet with her when he could have continued to refuse. Even though his hands are on her hips, he hasn’t moved them an inch which is incredibly frustrating, how are they supposed to make out without a little groping? That’s how all of the best make out sessions go, in her opinion. He obviously doesn’t feel the same way. She grabs hold of his hands and rests them against her ass, pushing herself closer to him so he can touch her properly.

It seems as if her demand that he kisses her like he means it has only worked against her because instead of pulling her closer like she’d planned, he pushes her away which is actually incredibly insulting. She can’t resist taking a step closer to him, even if he doesn’t want to her, and she presses her lips against his. He’s still pretty unresponsive and it’s almost tempting to give up because he’s probably not going to change his mind any time soon, but she decides to give it one last try, rubbing up against him when she pulls away from his lips for a second and the tiny groan he gives in response is enough to make her want to continue. She doesn’t care if he knows she did it on purpose – it’s not like she’s got her reputation through being shy. Nobody is ever going to find out what happens in this closet, anyway, unless he decides to brag in which case she’ll just have to make him suffer for betraying her trust. Although, really, it’s not as if they’re getting up to anything really inappropriate.

She’s a little surprised when he tugs her closer by her ass, pressing her up against a bunch of coats. It’s kind of uncomfortable because they’re completely surrounded by them but it’s an improvement to the irritating frigid attitude he was sticking with earlier. It’s actually incredibly hot that he can’t control himself, so he has to push her against the nearest surface. Coats are kind of inconvenient, but she’ll learn to live with it. He trails kisses along her neck and she grins to herself, lacing her fingers through his hair. His lips move back up to hers and they finally part so she can massage his tongue with her own. She should have popped a breath mint because she’s sure he can probably taste the beer on her tongue but there’s a lingering salty taste on his tongue – maybe he’s been doing tequila shots – which should be unpleasant but frankly, she doesn’t care.

His fingers brush against her exposed skin, where her skirt and crop top part and she shivers, closing her eyes so she can simply enjoy the feeling of his fingers against her skin but he squeezes her ass with one hand and her eyes widen because she was definitely not expecting that. He’s gone from painfully shy to a make out expert in a matter of seconds. He pulls away and she’s thankful that she can catch her breath for a few minutes because they’ve been kissing for what feels like so long now, although it’s probably only been a while. “I haven’t decided. Maybe you could show me again?” She places her hand on the nape of his neck, tugging at him lightly so she can pull him down to kiss her again.

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 Posted: May 16 2014, 12:48 AM
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There’s no way he can just stand there and continue to do nothing when she rubs herself against him considering he’s never had a girl do that before and it’s more than a little arousing. Plus, kissing her seems to be really nice and he’s sure if he stops being such a pussy and kisses her back properly then it’ll be even better. At least for him. Probably not so much for her, which just makes him even more nervous, but he has to remember that she doesn’t even know who he is, so there’s no reason for him to be embarrassed if he sucks. Unless she goes around telling everyone that the mystery guy in the closet is a shitty kisser. Then again, it really wouldn’t change anything. He’d still be alone on the weekends eating gobs pizza and watching the Goonies and not making out like everyone else. He remembers what he said to Gus and Mason earlier to convince them that going down to the party can’t hurt anything. “Then the only way to go is up, guys.” That still applies right now in the closet with Marina Bello and approximately five more minutes to kiss her with the best of his inexperienced abilities.

He takes a deep breath and pulls her forward by her ass since his hands are already there and he’s sure, given that she put them there, she might be into that sort of play. He’s glad the light if off, though, because he’s sure he looks like a deer in the headlights as he stares down at what he can only assume is where her face is. He swallows nervously as he back her up, hoping to be stopped by a solid wall or something to press her up against in an act of pure, unadulterated passion that can only be fueled by the the burning lust within him. Instead, they’re just surrounded by dusty coats that reek of mothballs and he has to force himself not to sneeze all over her. He leans down to kiss her like he “means” it, but he misses by a few inches and feels his lips connect with the warm, soft skin of her neck that fills his nostrils with a far better smell than mothballs and he’s pretty sure it’s lavender, but he’s not exactly an expert on women’s fragrances. He kisses along her neck and closes his eyes when he feels her fingers run through his hair, feeling more turned on than before as if that was even possible.

His lips finally find hers and he’s tempted to grin in triumph for not places awkward, sloppy kisses all over her face until he did, but he’s not sure is smiling ruins kissing or not, so he refrains as best as he can. He runs his tongue along her lower lip since that’s what she did and he can only assume that it’s something she likes being done to her, so hopefully she’ll enjoy it as much as he did. She pushes her tongue into his mouth and starts rubbing it against his and he’s both confused and aroused, even though he definitely knows this is what the kids like to call “French kissing” and he almost has to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. Then again, he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t dream of Frenching Marina Bello, much less while her mouth tastes like beer. He wonders if his breath is okay. Maybe he should’ve popped a mint. Of course, he did just eat a bunch of saltine crackers so he’s sure he can’t taste that awful. He tries to distract himself from his racing thoughts by focusing on how soft and smooth her skin is between her top and skirt, feeling her shiver under his touch which makes him more than a little smug.

He dares squeezing her ass, though he feels a little bad afterwards since that’s not exactly something he would normally do to a girl if given the chance, but he’s sure it can’t have that bad of an effect on Marina considering her reputation for being a little more than naughty. Plus, she did put his hands there, so she must have expected it anyway. He finally breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath and rub his neck since it’s starting to feel a little pinched from bending over and he realizes they have to find a different way to kiss. Maybe if he squats a little, he thinks, but he knows his knees while just get sore along with his thighs and calves. Not a much better improvement than getting a stiff neck after five minutes of kissing. He notices a silence hanging over them and he’s not sure how long they’ve been quiet, but he hopes it hasn’t been too long, otherwise he’s just wasting precious time. He asks her if the kiss had enough meaning for her and she asks him to show her again. He sighs and grins down at her (though, he can’t see her at all) because that must mean that he’s doing pretty good, or at least a lot better than he expected of himself.

Before he can say anything, though, she’s tugging him down by the nape of his neck and kissing him again. He responds with more enthusiasm this time, pulling her closer and sighing into her mouth as he can feel her pressed even tighter against him and it’s making him a little dizzy by how good it feels and how stuffy this closet seems to be getting. It’s the coats, he realizes, and pulls her forward away from them as he feels around for something solid to lean her against. He finds the door, which isn’t ideal considering everyone will probably hear them kissing against it, but it’s the best he can find under the limited time that he has. He pushes her against it gently as he moves his lips to her neck and his hands to her thighs, lifting one leg up so it’s hooked around his hip. He pulls away to take a deep breath and figure out where the hell this is all coming from since he’s never done any of this in his life and these kinds of moves aren’t found in porn or comic books and especially not the Goonies. He forces himself to stop thinking because it’s only taking up their time and he needs to finish kissing her before he’s being pulled out of the closet. He lifts her other leg up so he’s completely supporting her weight (with help from the door, of course), shifting her up slightly so he’s holding her more comfortably and they’re face to face. It was a lot easier than he expected, then again he is a goalie on the soccer team, he plays the drums in a band and he takes woodshop, so he has a lot more upper body strength than, well, any other strength. “That’s much better, don’t you think?” He kisses her again and makes sure to put as much meaning into as possible since that’s what she requested and whatever Marina Bello wants, Marina Bello gets.

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 Posted: May 24 2014, 07:33 PM
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She’s a little surprised when the thought that, oh God, this might be one of the best kisses she’s ever experienced crosses her mind. She doesn’t even know who she’s kissing so she’s sure she can’t make that kind of judgement but even if his identity is a mystery to her, his lips feel so perfect against hers so her assumption has to be right. He runs his tongue along her lower lip and she takes a deep breath because, yeah, that’s incredibly hot. So many guys just go straight to trying to shove their tongue into her mouth like she’s an all you can eat buffet. Most of the time, they practically drool all over her so she feels like she’s been kissing a washing machine. It’s a refreshing change, actually, to be kissing somebody who actually knows what they’re doing. Maybe she’s being a little too eager by pushing her tongue into his mouth after he’s licked along her lower lip, but she’s eager to really kiss him rather than give him the chaste kisses they’ve been sharing. His hands are against her skin between her top and skirt and she doesn’t understand why it feels so nice, it’s completely innocent compared to any of her other experiences.

She feels his hands squeezing her ass and she’s a little surprised given that he had seemed so hesitant to kiss her to begin with, but now it’s as if he’s as into it as she is. She can’t blame him, really – she’s a great kisser, so of course he was bound to give into her eventually. He pulls away from her and she’s thankful that she actually has time to catch her breath after all of the kissing they’ve been doing. They’re wasting precious time when they could be making out some more, their seven minutes are going to run out anytime soon and they’ll be dragged out by her friends. She’s really not looking forward to that moment, frankly. The party isn’t appealing to her now at all. She can’t help but ask if he’ll show her again because she doesn’t want that to be the end of their kissing, even if they should be cooling down.

She doesn’t even think to give him a chance to reply before she’s tugging him down by the nape of his neck, kissing him eagerly and she notices that he’s way more eager this time. He pulls her away from the coats and she frowns a little, wondering what exactly he’s trying to do. She supposes it makes sense because she feels incredibly hot which is more than likely thanks to all of the stuffy coats they’re surrounded by. He pushes her against the door and she smirks slightly to herself, tugging him closer to her as he lifts one of her legs up to hook it around his hip. It’s kind of unexpected – he hadn’t wanted to be close to her at all to begin with. He lifts her other leg up, too and she rests her hands against his hips, tugging him closer to her. He asks her if she thinks it’s much better and she’s not even sure if she can reply, she’s so turned on by the fact he can actually hold her up and they’re going to make out like this. She feels like an inexperienced virgin again. “It’s a little better.” She moves one of her hands from his hip to his front, slipping her hand underneath his shirt and biting his lower lip gently.

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robert m. smith ★
 Posted: May 26 2014, 06:03 AM
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This is a side of him he never really expected to see and he’s not sure if he likes it yet considering he’s not even sure Marina likes it. She must, though, because she’s already practically shoved her tongue down his throat, didn’t mind him grabbing her ass, and now she’s asking him to kiss her again. Yeah, he definitely likes this side of him and he loves this side of Marina that he’s never gotten the chance to experience before. He’s about to kiss her again, without hesitation considering they have approximately three minutes left, but she’s already tugging him down before he can even do anything as if he’s awakened some sort of hunger in her. It’s surprising, to say the least, since he has absolutely no fucking idea what the hell he’s doing and he’s still, somehow, managing to impress her enough that she can’t wait another second to kiss him again. At least, that’s his interpretation of her tugging him down by the neck. Whatever the reason, goddamn it if it isn’t the hottest thing ever. He kisses her back with as much enthusiasm as he should’ve from the beginning (and he’s finding that it’s a lot easier to do than he originally thought), as if she also has awoken his own hunger. Then again, he’s always been absolutely starving for her taste on his lips. He moves her away from the stuffy coats since he needs a more solid surface to lean her against. He finds the door and decides that will be good enough and he can only pray that no one outside can hear them, not that they’re making much more than kissing noises, anyway.

He presses kisses to her neck as he lifts both of her legs up until they’re hooked around his waist and pushes her up a little so that they’re finally face-to-face and he doesn’t have to bend over uncomfortably anymore. She pulls him closer to her by his hips and he gasps like a total idiot because he was not expecting to feel her so close to him and he sure as hell was not intending for her to feel him considering he’s kind of getting a hard on. He asks if this is better and she says “a little” and he can’t stop himself from muttering a disappointed “oh.” Thankfully, she seemed to not hear (or care), because she’s slipping her hand underneath his shirt and he shivers under the feeling of her fingertips as they travel across his abdomen and chest, leaving a tingling trail in their wake. He’s not exactly sure how to respond to that, though. Does he do the same? Does he cop a feel on her boobs? He hesitates a moment, deciding whether or not he’s that guy that just grabs whatever he wants because he can. Before he can make a decision, she’s nipping his lower lip and catching him completely off guard. It didn’t hurt, actually. It felt kind of nice and kind of naughty. He wonders if he should do the same because maybe she likes that kind of rough kissing, but he’ll probably just bite her too hard and ruin the whole thing.

Instead, he just brushes his lips along her jaw and neck and shoulder, as if he’s deciding where he wants to kiss her. The truth is, he really doesn’t know where he wants to get her because he wants to kiss her just about everywhere she’ll let him. He places his hands on her waist and tugs her closer as he pushes his hips gently to meet hers. He’s about to say something (probably stupid) when someone from outside warns them that they have two minutes left. He curses to himself before trailing kisses back up her neck until they reach her lips again, kissing her as eagerly as ever since they don’t have much time left. He moves his hands to her legs again so he can push her up a little since she was starting to slide down, moaning quietly into her mouth when she rubs against him. He’s thankful for the darkness, because he’s sure his ears are probably red with embarrassment for making such a ridiculous noise. Before she can comment on it, though, he presses his lips to her and runs his tongue along her lower lip again before hesitantly pushing it inside her mouth, massaging her own tongue gently and slowly and deciding to savor this moment instead of rushing it. Someone from outside warns them that they have one minute left and he pulls away from her, panicking slightly at the fact that this is all going to come to an end very soon and he stills wants to kiss her and hold her and touch her and learn from her. He licks his lips nervously, panting a little from how incredibly hot it’s becoming in this tiny closet. “Tell me what to do. Show me what you want.”

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 Posted: May 29 2014, 05:37 PM
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She hadn’t realised just how desperate this would make her. Desperate for more kisses, more time, more everything - anything that would keep him in the closet with her. She’s actually a little angry that they’re kissing under these circumstances because they have such a limited amount of time. Seven minutes really isn’t long enough in her opinion. Even an hour probably wouldn’t be long enough and she’s not even sure why she’s thinking that because she never wants to kiss anybody for hours on end. They’re lucky if she wants to kiss them even for a few minutes. His hands are on her waist again, tugging her closer and she pushes her own to meet his, a tiny gasp escaping her lips when he pushes his hips gently. She should be insulted that he just assumes she wants to feel him pressed completely against her but, despite all of that, she does. She can’t help but feel completely smug that he actually has a boner simply from kissing her. Somebody from outside warns them that they have two minutes and she rolls her eyes, tilting his head slightly as he kisses her neck so she can kiss him properly. “We don’t have to go back outside, you know. We could stay here for a little while longer.” She manages to mutter when she pulls away, sounding a little more breathless than she intended to. He pushes her up a little as she slides down and she hears him moan quietly into her mouth as she rubs against him again. He runs his tongue along her lower lip and then pushes it gently into her mouth and she sighs in contentment, massaging her tongue against his as eagerly as possible. Somebody else warns then that they only have another minute and she sighs as he pulls away, quirking an eyebrow when he asks her to show him what she wants. She presses kisses against his neck and then licks along it, lowering her hand so she can work at undoing his belt. As soon as she’s finished (it proves to be a little difficult in the dark), she quickly undoes his button and she’s about to slip her hand past the waistband when somebody announces that their time is up.

She huffs as he sets her down and she can hear as he redoes his belt. It’s on the tip of her tongue to ask him not to go yet but she’s not willing to beg. She’s never begged yet and she won’t make an exception today, no matter how good of a kisser he is. His hand is against the doorknob and she grabs hold of his arm, tugging him back towards her so he’ll look at her, even though they can’t see each other. “We should do this again some time.” So, maybe she’s begging a little. It’s not as if she’s ever going to admit it to anybody. She doesn’t hear his reply before he slips out of the closet and she sighs when the door closes, raking her fingers through her hair in an attempt to make it look a little neater and adjusts her clothes a little so it doesn’t look like she’s been pressed against the door. Somebody knocks on the door again, telling her that she can leave, so she opens the door hesitantly only to come face to face with Sofia. “So, how was it?” Marina snorts, grabbing the drink from her hand that she’s holding out for her. “It was fine. Okay, I guess. Whatever.” She pauses, trying not to sound too eager about it. Thankfully, Sofia just rolls her eyes and laughs at her. “So, who was it that I kissed? Where is he?” Okay, so maybe she’s not doing very well. Sofia won’t care anyway, although she’ll probably tease her. “He.. uh..” She follows her eyes as she glances around, looking sheepish for some reason. God, she really hopes she wasn’t making out (and practically groping) with a total loser. “He left after he came out, actually.” She stares at her for a second, not quite believing that he would actually just walk out after making out with her. She’s almost offended, although she’s not willing to admit that. She rolls her eyes at her concerned expression and pushes past her so she can rejoin everybody.

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robert m. smith ★
 Posted: May 30 2014, 04:28 AM
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CHAPTER TWO.

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He had to get out of there immediately after his time with Marina was up. For one, he had a raging boner and he can only hope no one saw (“Everyone saw you pitching a tent, dude,” Gus told him on the phone later that night.) and for two, he couldn’t bear to be in the same room with Marina without making it plainly obvious that he was her mystery kisser. If his hard on wasn’t a good enough indication, he really loved playing a bit of tonsil hockey with her, but he knows she’d only be disappointed (if she isn’t already, though she seemed pretty eager to kiss him back) to find out that he’s just one of her brother’s dumbass friends who isn’t worthy enough for her to give the time of day, much less seven minutes worth of making out and some light dry humping. God, and she even licked his neck, which is something he used to think was gross and unsanitary when he saw drunk couples practically licking all over each other’s available skin (face, neck, shoulders, etc) at parties, but Jesus H. Christ, it was totally and completely hot when she did it to him. Not to mention she actually undid his belt and was going to shove her hand down his pants. So, maybe she did like kissing him, but it’s only because she had no idea who he was. She could’ve easily imagined her dream guy while they were in the closet together and to find out that it was only him would simply disappoint her.

“So, tell me again what she said as you were leaving.” It’s about the tenth time today that Gus has demanded a total retelling of his seven minutes with Marina Bello considering it was Bobby’s first “sexy moment” and Gus is more than a little proud of his “boy.” Bobby rolls his eyes as he stuffs his Chemistry textbook in his locker and pulls out his Anatomy textbook. “She grabbed me by the arm and said ‘we should do this again sometime,’” he replies without even attempting to muster up some enthusiasm about the fact that Marina seemingly wants to make out with him again. Gus grins of ear to ear as if he’s just heard the story for the first time and nods as he leans against the locker next to Bobby’s. “You know, she’s been looking for you all day.” Bobby nearly slams his locker closed and doesn’t hesitate to tell Gus that’s bullshit. Gus places his right palm against his chest and swears on his well endowed penis that it’s true. “Well, she’s doing a really shitty job at finding me considering I was just sitting next to her in Chem and she barely gave me a second glance. Hell, she didn’t even give me a first glance.” He slings his backpack over his shoulder with every intention of abandoning this stupid conversation and making his way to Anatomy, but Gus grabs him by the wrist and tugs him back, asking why he doesn’t just tell her it was him. Bobby shrugs and jerks his hand from Gus’ grip as the bell rings to indicate the start of the next period. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

The halls are clearing up now since Gus kept him past the bell, not that he really cares. His grades and attendance are so impressive that being tardy for Anatomy class will barely put a dent in his record, if they even really keep track of that B.S. He’s practically the only one in the hallway now and he’s almost to the classroom when he hears a pair of heels clicking behind him. He ignores it, though, because it’s probably just some girl rushing to class because she was too busy getting weird with her boyfriend in some dark and secluded area. He doesn’t understand why they can’t just wait until school is over or just skip class all together considering everyone knows what they’re up to when they come in with wrinkly clothes and unkempt hair. He’s just passing a row of lockers when he suddenly feels a pair of small hands push against his back until he slams against them, making a loud clanging sound and messing up his glasses. “Look, if you want my lunch money, I’m sorry. I bring my lunch to school, so you’re S.O.L., pal.” The pair of hands turn him around to face them and he straightens his glasses before realizing who it is, his eyes widening much like a deer caught in the headlights.Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He didn't think she was actually looking for him or that she would actually find him, but here she is and she looks more than a little annoyed with him. He takes a deep breath and decides to play it as cool as possible as if he has no idea why she's here. “Oh, Marina. Well, in this case, here take my money. Take my wallet. I’ll give you my credit card number, if you ask nicely.” He doesn’t have a credit card and he’s not even reaching for his wallet, instead he’s just glaring at her considering she just slammed him up against some fucking lockers and it hurt like a bitch. He gives her a once over, admiring the outfit she chose today, which highlights all of her best features like her outfits always do. She’s quite a genius in that respect. Still, it doesn't change the fact that she just attacked him for no reason other than to appear assertive. “I strongly suspect that you aren't here to mug me, though.”

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BUT I SEEM TO BE STRUCK BY YOU

She's tired of begging Sofia to tell her who she kissed because, no matter how much she tries to bargain with her (she's even offered to give her the pair of Jimmy Choos that she eyes every time Marina wears them, God damn it) she still insists that her lips are sealed. Nobody else will utter a word, either. Jackson just laughs hysterically at her, as if she's told a particularly hilarious joke that everyone understands but her. She's even offered to make out with Gavin for a second time (the first was just to ensure he wasn't the mystery guy) and while he looks like he's going to come in his pants just at the idea, he insists repeatedly that he can't tell her. She can't believe that she may have had the best make out session of her life with a complete stranger - or she thinks it was a stranger, anyway - and now there's a chance she'll never find out who it was and she'll never be able to make out with them for more than the seven minutes they were given. There's every chance that he might not even want to kiss her again, which is a kind of ridiculous thought because everyone wants to kiss her and he should be no different but he had seen hesitant to kiss her to begin with, even though he had quickly perked up (in more ways than one) to the idea. Still, he hasn't bothered to say a word to her before he left, he didn't even tell her his name and by the time she was allowed out of the closet, he was gone. Or so Sofia said. She doesn't know why she even cares about finding him again because he's made it clear that he's not interested in her (shockingly) so she should probably give up but Marina Bello doesn't turn down a challenge.

She's made out with just about every possible guy - anybody that was on the guest list, she's kissed and yet she still can't find the right guy. They're either too scrawny or too well built and the vast majority are awful kissers who really have no idea how to kiss a girl. She can't understand why it's so impossible to find him - every guy she invited attends the same school as her, so maybe he's just hiding from her or maybe he was a gate crasher. She would have known, though. She would have noticed somebody new at her party and so would have the vast majority of her friends, unless they purposefully haven't mentioned it in order to keep it a secret from her. She's just finished another irritatingly boring Chemistry class when it occurs to her that there was people she hadn't added to the guest list at her party. She hadn't even thought of Mason's lame friends and frankly, her stomach is turning at the thought. She can't have made out with one of his friends. She would have known. They were under strict instructions to stay upstairs, although she swears she saw the guy with the glasses in the circle for Seven Minutes. She doesn't even need to kiss his other friend to know that he's too tall and too obnoxious. There's no way it would be him.

She's finding it a little hard to believe that the awkward, dorky guy she sits next to in Chemistry could be the guy she made out with in a closet for seven minutes. There's nobody else it could possibly be, though, no matter how much she wants to deny it. She's not sure how to find him or even if she wants too, she's already missed her chance in Chemistry and she can't decide if it's worth making out with him again (he was an expert at kissing, she really can't deny that much) if she has to deal with the fact that he's a complete loser. She eventually decides that maybe it is worth it. She could always mould him into the guy she wants to hook up with, although that would require a lot of work. She's bemoaning that fact when she sees him in the almost empty corridor, walking slowly to his next class as if he's lost in though. She doesn't really care about missing a little bit of class - or the entire thing - so she rushes after him, her heels clicking quietly as she walks. She's close enough to touch him now so she shoves him lightly, almost embarrassed when she practically pushes him into the lockers (he's probably just being overdramatic) and he starts rambling about lunch money. "I don't want your lunch money, dumbass." She really can't believe that this might actually be the guy she kissed. Sure, he's cute but it's a kind of dorky cute that only a select group of girls would appreciate. He'll probably blossom into somebody that almost every girl lusts after when he's older, if he's lucky. He's glaring at her as if she did something particularly awful when all she really did was push him slightly, it isn't her fault he felt the need to shove himself into a bunch of lockers.

"No, you're right. I didn't come here to mug you." She takes a step towards him, brushing her fingers slowly down his arms. It feels vaguely similar to her mystery guy but that proves nothing. "You're Mason's friend, right? You were at my party." She moves her hand from his arm to his chest, humming appreciatively at the feeling of him underneath her fingertips. "And you were playing seven minutes in heaven. It's funny, I didn't see you for the rest of the night." She doesn't think she did, anyway. There's every chance he snuck upstairs to hang out with Mason again because he didn't fit in downstairs, although she has her doubts. She slowly takes hold of one of his hands and moves closer to him so she can press his hand flat against her ass. It definitely feels familiar. She leans up slightly - even in high heels, she's short and she definitely remembers having this problem at her party, too - and presses her lips against his, running her tongue slowly along his lower lip in the same way she did in the closet. She pulls away after a few moments, nodding slowly to herself. "So you are the guy I kissed."

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