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Post by Naomi Durand on Aug 20, 2020 18:22:18 GMT -5
Naomi found herself relaxing into Kit's arms with a contented little sigh as he wrapped his arms around her. He was warm, and she snuggled into him quite comfortably and tucked her now free arms up closer to her. One hand rested on his chest, where she could feel his heartbeat again. She felt as if could just let herself drift off to sleep like this and wake up better rested than she'd been in weeks. It was too bad they couldn't do this more often; and really, she didn't even have much time today. She had to go home before dark, or her brother would throw a hissy fit. She thought maybe Marcel would like Kit if they met, but she knew that couldn't happen, either. She was nobody, and Kit, even if he didn't act like it, was way out of the realm of possibilities.
"Hmm?" She made a little questioning sound as he woke her from her reverie, like a cat startled from sleep. She frowned a little at the question, then shrugged. "Didn't go," she mumbled against his neck. "No fun without you. Plus, I was upset. So I just stayed at the Queen and drank. A lot."
Honestly, she didn't remember much of what had happened. She'd been acting stupid, that much she knew. She had a hunch maybe Carys had scooped her up and gotten her out of there before she did something even she would regret.
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Post by Christopher Montjoy on Aug 23, 2020 13:38:35 GMT -5
This was nice, Kit hadn’t felt this relaxed in months- granted, relaxed was Christopher Montjoy’s default setting, it wasn’t often Kit suffered the experience of stress. But this, this, was another level. The bed was soft, Naomi was warm against him, and he had nowhere to be- no grand adventure to rush off to, at least not just yet. Unlike Naomi, he had nowhere to be, his family were more than used to Kit’s comings and goings and knew not to expect him at any given hour. So, Kit allowed himself to get comfortable, head lolling atop hers as he let out a long exhale.
This was nice.
Craning his neck back a little to look at her with a curious expression on his face, Kit did not pause before repeating her words back at her as a question. ”Didn’t go?” Pulling a face, the man settled back into the pillows. ”You missed a ball, because I wasn’t there?” He didn’t quite know how to take that- had their roles been reversed, had Naomi disappeared over the horizon one morning, Kit wouldn’t have thought twice about going. Why had she been upset? Kit was always going to come back, Tresteria was home afterall. ”You could have drank a lot at the ball, would have been free as well.”
He avoided asking Naomi why she had been upset, the man had a habit of avoiding questions he did not wish to know the answers to.
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Post by Naomi Durand on Aug 30, 2020 20:42:29 GMT -5
Naomi scoffed at his reaction and stuck out her tongue at him. Did he really not get it? It was pretty damn obvious why she'd been upset, and why she'd not wanted to be at the ball. She squinted at him for a moment as she tried to puzzle out whether he was just playing dumb, but was soon snickering at his extra comment about the free drinks.
"Can't get sloppy drunk around strangers. Too easy to slip up. I stuck to somewhere safe so I could do what I wanted." She sighed. She really had been upset that day. She tried to tell herself it was just because she'd gotten stood up, but she wasn't stupid enough to really believe that. She liked Kit, really she did. Even if it was a bad idea. Actually, it was an absolutely terrible idea, but the potential was still there. She'd just have to ignore it. Unless... nope. Nope!!! Definitely ignore it.
In the spirit of Definitely Not Dealing With Her Feelings, Naomi swung one leg up and over Kit and sat up so she was essentially straddling his waist. No need to be subtle when they were this familiar with each other, right? She put both hands on his chest and leaned in so that her curls fell down and tickled across the side of his face.
"C'mon, though, you didn't really come here to ask me about a broken heart, did you? You wanted to tell me about your adventures, and then..." She raised her eyebrows. She didn't need to spell it out for him, she hoped.
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Post by Christopher Montjoy on Aug 31, 2020 17:15:40 GMT -5
When she stuck her tongue out at him, Kit stuck his out right back- and the temptation to lean forward and lick her cheek was almost too tempting to pass up… almost, somehow the man managed to restrain himself. For the moment at least, though the mischievous grin did not lift from his lips for a second.
His eyebrows did raise however, silently questioning Naomi as she sighed. He hadn’t realised that his departure had warranted her getting ‘sloppy drunk’, that he had upset her quite that much- for the first time in their conversation, the guilt smacked the nobleman square in the gut. For a moment, Kit faltered and the grin slipped. Just for a moment, as the realisation of the hurt he had caused in his recklessness hit him. But then again, he was here now, he hadn’t forgotten about her. They were both okay, they were both here together as though no time had passed at all- so it can’t have been that bad.
Like that, in an instant, the guilt was gone.
Brows that had been raised in silent questioning raised further in surprise now, and the man looked up with her with wide eyes. Okay. Okay. She definitely wasn’t that mad with him- at least not anymore. If she didn’t shake him off, or remove them, Kit allowed his hands to wander up her thighs- feeling the warmth of them beneath his palms until they found her waist.
”No, I didn’t-” He said, grinning up at her. ”-Wait, wait, I broke your heart?”
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Post by Naomi Durand on Aug 31, 2020 22:43:08 GMT -5
Fuck. She had said that, hadn't she?
Alarm registered in Naomi's eyes, and her seductive smirk stiffened although it didn't vanish right away. How had she managed to say something so stupid? She was trying to be distracting, not dig herself deeper into that hole. Except now she really, really wasn't in the mood. She actually felt like she might cry. Fuck. She'd ruined it. She let the smile fall and sighed heavily as she sat up straight and pushed her hair out of her face with both hands. She let her fingers stay tangled in her roots as she looked up at the ceiling for a long moment, wondering if some deity out there might actually listen to her messed up self.
Listen, if you're really out there, I could sure use some help, here. This is a disaster.
What the hell was she supposed to say to him? She lied all the time, but the problem was she didn't lie to her friends. Her own brother? Sure. But not her friends. She had to have at least a few people who knew who she actually was, or else she'd lose herself. It was one of her favorite things about being part of the Rogue Court. When she was there, she was herself, with no forced smiles and stupid rules. But this? This was too much. What happened to Kit never asking her anything he didn't want to know? He sure as hell wasn't going to like the answer to this.
She wouldn't lie, but she didn't have to tell him the truth. Avoiding her problems like always! That was sure to go brilliantly.
She swung herself abruptly off of him and off the bed entirely, crossing the room to pour herself a drink at the table. She downed it in one quick gulp, wincing slightly as it burned. Cheap, but effective. Maybe it would help with this a little bit.
"You said it yourself, you didn't come here for that. So I think maybe you should go home, Kit. Sorry to disappoint you."
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Post by Christopher Montjoy on Sept 1, 2020 10:10:25 GMT -5
He had been joking- teasing. But the look on Naomi’s face said he had done more than accidentally strike a nerve. Hands fell limply onto the bed as she left him. Wide brown eyes followed her around the room as he pushed himself upright. He just had to question it, just had to open his mouth and ruin what could have been a great evening. The room was suddenly cold, Kit missed the warmth of her against him- cuddled up as though they had only spent hours rather than months apart. The look on his face was lost, dumbstruck, for what may well have been the first time in his life: Kit was at a loss for words.
So he sat there, mouth flapping open and closed like a fish gasping out of water. Somehow he felt as though he was both drowning and suffocating all at once. Sliding off the bed, he gave Naomi the space she had just quickly claimed and stood awkwardly by her bed- hands finding his pockets as he shuffled his weight from foot to foot.
”Oh.” The man vocalised at last. Even though his mouth wasn’t moving a mile a minute as usual, his mind certainly was. He couldn’t believe he had ruined it so quickly and so effectively. He was worried this would cause another spiral, she was already one glass of whatever cheap liquor was in that bottle down. He was curious, after all- hadn’t this, whatever this was or had been, always been casual? He came and went, she was busy with the Rogue Court, they had fun together when they weren’t busy. That was always how it had been. Hadn’t it? Kit had thought they were on the same page. But now there were feelings involved- and it seemed as though neither of them quite knew what to make of that. ”Oh okay-” The responsible part of him, small as it may have been, wanted to stay. He wanted to stay and make sure she was okay, make sure she wouldn’t end up drinking herself into a blackout.
Shuffling from foot-to-foot again, Kit half moved to take a step before seemingly deciding against it.
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Post by Naomi Durand on Sept 8, 2020 18:54:47 GMT -5
She kept her eyes on the table and her hand on her glass as she waited for Kit to leave. She didn't expect him to have anything good to say, so the "Oh" and "Oh, okay" were pretty much on point. Problem was, she didn't hear footsteps, or the door, after. She'd heard him sit up, at least, and his feet hit the floor, but what was he doing? Standing there like an idiot?
She turned to look at him, brows knit and lips pressed into a thin line as she lifted one hand onto her hip. Yes, he was standing there like an idiot. But he also looked a bit like she'd just told him his puppy had run away. For some reason, that almost made her laugh. He really didn't have any clue, did he? Well, she'd only had a few clues herself, until she was at a point where she couldn't ignore it. It was his own fault for asking. So if he'd shown up to tell her a funny story and have her ooh and ah, then have sex, and ooh and ah for other reasons, what the hell was he still doing standing in her room?
"Well?" she said expectantly. "Aren't you going to run away as fast as you can? I know that's what I'd have done if anyone else had done this to me." She made a face. "I didn't really mean to do it to you, either. But you asked and I..." She shook her head and looked back at the ceiling for a moment. "You're one of the very few people I won't lie to, Kit. Don't know if that makes you lucky, or unlucky."
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Post by Christopher Montjoy on Sept 29, 2020 17:46:23 GMT -5
Kit looked at her with confusion clearly written into his features. The entire mood of the evening had shifted so quickly, gotten out of hand in the least fun way imaginable, that it had completely and utterly thrown him. Logic said he should leave. But logic had never been Christopher Montjoy’s forte. So he stayed, awkwardly rooted to the spot as Naomi spoke.
”Can we not just…” The man began, gesturing somewhat wildly around the room as he grasped at what to say next. It would have probably helped if he would have known what he wanted- it felt cheap to try and talk her back onto the bed, it felt rude to leave her now, but it also felt awkward to stay. It didn’t seem as though there was any way of salvaging the situation.
Brown eyes found her again, brows furrowing as the man looked at her with a mixture of guilt and confusion. ”... start over? Not from the beginning, but the beginning of tonight? Naomi, please?” He managed to not look away, to keep his gaze resting on the woman who’s heart he had unknowingly broken when he went away on his latest grand adventure. ”Or even start over from the beginning- or before I went away or- or- or- just let me fix this Naomi, please.” He would get down on his knees and beg even more if that’s what it would take, Kit couldn’t bear the thought of walking away from this- what they had once had. It had been fun, it had been easy, and he would miss her afterall.
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Post by Naomi Durand on Oct 4, 2020 15:07:01 GMT -5
Naomi chewed on the inside of her cheek as she watched him get more and more distressed. This stupid boy, why did he have to be so sweet? It would be so much easier if she could just be angry at him. But she just couldn’t hold it. There wasn’t any way to hold onto it when his intentions were so innocent, and the confusion and pain in those big eyes just broke her heart. This was why she was in too deep, wasn’t it? Because she couldn’t tell him no? Even as frustrated as she was, she still wanted to soothe him, to just snuggle into his chest and let everything be fine.
She took a deep breath and ran a hand down her face. Start over, huh? She could try, at least. She shouldn’t have said anything in the first place, so really, he was giving her a free pass.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” she answered, rolling her neck and shoulders to shake out the tension that had built there. Starting over. No frustration, no heartbreak, just her and Kit, friends like they always were, where everything was calm and they could just be. One more calming breath, and she was crossing the floor to lean into Kit and wrap her arms around his neck so she could kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry, Kit. I really am glad you’re home. I missed you.”
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Post by Christopher Montjoy on Oct 27, 2020 18:30:52 GMT -5
Kit watched her, had he been even a little more observant then he may have stopped to consider the way she chewed on her cheek or the way her breath came to her in deep breaths, but the man was far too distracted by his own frantic thoughts- by the way his heart pounded and stomach churned. He was still far too preoccupied with the idea that he had ruined things, that he had messed things up so far beyond recognition that Naomi would never look at him the same way again that Kit couldn’t spare a thought as to how difficult this was for her.
His own breath seemed to hitch and catch in his throat, as though a thick smoke hung in the air which made it difficult to breathe. At her words, the promise they could forget about what had just transpired, Kit felt some (if not all) of the tension leave him. She was warm against him, it was a warmth the man had missed- more so in the last few minutes than in the months he had been away. And Kit didn’t stop to think about wrapping his arms around her, holding her closer than he probably should have and burying his face into her hair. ”I missed you too,” He spoke into her curls, mostly meaning it- she had been out of sight out of mind for the most part but he had still missed her, in his own way.
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Post by Naomi Durand on Nov 21, 2020 18:52:14 GMT -5
Mentally, Naomi packed her heart away, back into its little box. She'd made it up a long time ago, not long after joining the court. In her mind, there was a gorgeous little golden box with rubies and diamonds, the perfect place to hide her fragile, squishy, human beating heart. She couldn't let it get in the way of what she wanted in life, and right now what she wanted was for things to be okay with her and Kit. She'd have to treat him like he was just any other of her men. So back in the box it went. She'd just have to know better than to leave it unlocked when Kit was around. One less person who could see it. Actually… Did that make zero?
She'd worry about the math later.
Right now, she was distracted by Kit pulling her closer. She couldn't help it, she felt right at home in his arms, with his face buried into her hair and the warmth of him erasing the chill of the room. She hummed contentedly, reminiscent of a cat's purr.
"You know, I think I have an idea of how you can make it up to me," she murmured in his ear as she pushed him back toward the bed. His knees should hit it any minute and force him to sit down, and once they did, she'd climb up into his lap. Easy. Then they'd be right back on track.
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Post by Christopher Montjoy on Nov 24, 2020 13:12:34 GMT -5
She was so warm, and her skin was so soft, it was easy to get swept away by the moment. Easier because he wanted to get swept away, to forget everything that had just happened- let it fade from his mind until it didn’t quite feel real anymore. As though it was a story he had heard once upon a time, rather than as close to heartbreak as he had ever let himself stray. Heartbreak didn’t suit him, sadness didn’t suit him, and Kit didn’t like the way it twisted his stomach into knots and made him almost sure he could feel his heart pounding against his ribs.
No. He didn’t like it. Not even a little.
What he did like was Naomi’s hands, pushing him. Gentle yet firm. Almost insistent as he sank onto the bed at her guidance. Picking up where they had left off, before he had ruined it. "Is that so?" The man said, the innocence in his tone entirely feigned. Strong hands found her thighs as she clambered onto his lap- brown eyes lifting to meet hers for just a moment as his hands traced upwards, thumbs massaging small circled as they went, finally settling upon her waist as though to keep her in place. As though he was worried she would dart off again, ask him to leave again. ”Care to share this idea of yours?” Kit asked, his gaze wandering down, lingering on her lips, skimming over the line of her jaw, her neck, down… before darting back up to her face with a devilish grin.
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Post by Naomi Durand on Feb 11, 2021 17:37:26 GMT -5
Naomi laughed, low and seductive as Kit faked ignorance of her plan. His words said one thing, but his hands on her body told a different story.
"Oh, I don't think I need to explain…" she teased, drawing out the words as she slid her hands back down to his shoulders then hooked a pair of fingers in his collar to hold him still as she leaned so close her lips ghosted barely across his. "I think you're getting the idea."
It was easy to fall back into the habit of them, this dance they'd done a hundred times. She felt at home here. Maybe that was why she'd given in so easily? She wasn't sure, but the burning in her veins as his breath mingled with hers was just as intoxicating as the cheap alcohol she'd downed before.
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Post by Christopher Montjoy on Feb 22, 2021 15:18:58 GMT -5
Despite the bump in the road, it was easy to fall back into the easy routine they had once shared. Naomi was right, she didn’t need to explain, they had done this a hundred times before- but that didn’t stop her low laugh bringing a smirk to his lips again, as it had done the first hundred times. Though his eyes remained firmly locked upon hers, Naomi’s hands captured his full attention- the light hold on his collar securing him tighter than iron.
Kit let her have it for a moment, the upper hand, let her savour the moment of having him still- her lips agonisingly close but never quite closing the distance. He let the seconds draw out, stretching until he was certain Naomi thought she had the upper hand- before taking hold of her wrists and, if she allowed him, to flip them around so the woman lay on her back- where Kit would look down at her with mischief in his expression and ask her "Was this what you had in mind?". If she didn't, Kit would look at her as though waiting for Naomi to make the next move.
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Post by Naomi Durand on May 24, 2021 21:31:56 GMT -5
Naomi squealed slightly as he flipped her, and wound up laughing. There she went again, so caught up in him that nothing else mattered. If she could just stay here, in this moment, she could be happy. She'd just have to forget all the other ones. She grinned up at him, wiggling a little against his hold on her wrists.
"You're getting warmer, but see, your lips are a little too far away from mine," she retorted. "Care to solve that for me?"
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