|
Post by Elizabeth Darcy on Apr 27, 2007 17:07:32 GMT 7
Lately things haven't been all that great for Lizzie, she had been remembering things like there was no tomorrow. All she could think of was her parents, and there was one person where she could go to talk about this. Dean Andrews. They hadn't really been seeing each other, of course she realized he was seeing other people, so was she sorta. But that wasn't half of it, she just couldn't believe someone like him was such a manwhore however you call it. The other night when they went back to his place, of course they heated things up like crazy, and he didn't call her. She was worried about him, maybe he wasn't wanting to see her again. Though she couldn't think of that he wanted a girlfriend right now because he didn't. Maybe she just got her hopes up to high that she knew Lexi was right. Then again she could be wrong. They felt something, she knew for a fact they did that night after everything went ok when they took Bobby home. Bobby however was not ok about her seeing Dean, or was it the other way around, she kept getting dirty looks, but she kinda thanked her for worrying about her in the end. Bobby was an alright person, it's just that she got on Lizzie's nerves most of the time, even if she was her boss for the Coyote Ugly bar. While she thought about all this, she was already on her way to Dean's apartment, in the Huntley area, it wasn't far from her, Trev, and Aiden's place. She sighed shaking her head as she brushed off herself when she got out of the car parking in the front. Thinking of what happened that night it just brought it all back. she took a deep breath as she closed her car door and looked up at the apartments above. She breathed again, and this time took her purse and her cell and began to walk inside the building. As she came up to the elevator she pressed the button to his floor, the second she thought or was it third. She would find her way anyways. As it opened she walked out and looked down the hall to see the way of his place. Taking big steps she finally arrived a few seconds later. Her black ballet flats were the most comfy shoes ever today, and they weren't hurting her feet for once. She stretched her body a little as she lifted up her hand and knocked on his door loud. " Dean you in there?" She asked kinda mumbling, but she didn't know what to expect of this day or night. {Bleh sorry! Not my best.}
|
|
|
Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 28, 2007 3:22:56 GMT 7
Sitting on his bed, he was dead tired, he hand was getting uncomfortable. Since the fight at the bar he had been having really bad problems with his hand and decided that he couldn’t work like that any longer. So he took the day off and went to see his doctor who told him that he broke three of his fingers and his wrist and need to have a cast on. His hand was feeling much better that he had it on but that meant that he couldn’t work at the shop until it came off. It would be awfully hard from him to try to do all the work that he needed to do with a case so he took a break off of work until he got this stupid thing off his hand. That is what he got for being a nice person but he couldn’t help not being nice sometimes.
He probably didn’t noticed that it was broken that night anyways. Dean was too into the moment, and he was happy more than happy then ever. Then he left the next day and really didn’t have the guts to call her back. Dean of course he slept with many girls before, plenty but this time something was different. Maybe it was because she was his friend, or that he felt guilty that he did it in the first place. Friends shouldn’t have been doing the things that he was doing to her or what she did to him. It was a mistake he kept telling himself and at long as he didn’t call her he could pretend like nothing happened at all. So that is what he did, he stay in his apartment and isolated himself from the world. Taking his free hand he ran it through his hand and stood up from his bed to go to the bathroom and splash some water on his face.
On his way there, he heard something which made him stop in his tracks so that he could listen to the sound more carefully and then he heard it again. Dean he wasn’t expecting anyone so this had been a surprise. Well up into the point when he looked through the peephole and heard her voice. Dean let out a soft sigh, of all the people it had to be her. He had been trying so hard to avoid her but somehow he didn’t really expect her to come to his home. Deciding that he should finally talk to her he answer her calling “Yeah I am. One minute I will let you in.” he said using his one free hand and undoing the locks and opening the door wide enough for her to enter “Come in” he said to her hoping she wasn’t planning on standing there all day.
|
|
|
Post by Elizabeth Darcy on Apr 28, 2007 16:18:00 GMT 7
“Yeah I am. One minute I will let you in.” She nodded on the outside, and said, "Alright," She didn't know what to think of today, it was going to be interesting. She was however trying to get ahold of Lexi these days, did something happen between the two of them? Again? “Come in,” She was kinda dazed off into her thinking and jumped a little, "Er sorry...yea maybe I should..." She looked at him in the eyes first, she didn't notice something on his arm, she didn't even pay attention to that, just him. She closed the door behind her and turned around as she walked slowly inside rubbing her feet against his floor.
Then with wide eyes she noticed his arm in the cast, with the fingers. Oh god she hated herself for breaking his fingers. "Dean! Why did you call and tell me you were not ok? I could've came over earlier, and helped you.....I'm sorry for everything," She replied telling, she didn't want to cry tonight, her mind was already on so many other things already. She sighed biting her lip as she stepped closer and took his hand the broken fingers in her's. "How long you have to wear it?" She questioned him, she didn't know if he wanted question's about it, or something else, but she really did miss him. She felt bad for what happened a few nights ago last week, it had already been a week. What was her life coming to seriously?
There she went off rambling again. "I'm really really sorry about your fingers...Is there anything I can do to make you feel ok?" She asked, this time with a faded smile, her smile was no longer really there. She was hurt, and now sad, she didn't think his fingers were that broken. Was it her or Bobby's doing? She shrugged to herself, "How have you been other than your hand?" She said once again as she made her way towards the couch he had in his small apartment living room.
|
|
|
Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 29, 2007 5:33:18 GMT 7
Closing the door behind him Dean closed his eyes for a second then turned around giving her a smile. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to see her, it was more that he didn’t want to see anybody. Not a person at all, he been in house all that time. He didn’t really have anything else to do so there was no reason to go out. He couldn’t work because of the cast they placed on his arm and he wouldn’t be working for a long time. Telling her to take a sit he went over and join her on the couch placing his broken arm on the top of the couch so that the couch was supporting its weight. His greenish blue eyes were on her now and he wondered what else would bring her here.
Sighing he heard the words that he didn’t want to hear. Why? He didn’t know why he didn’t call her, it wasn’t really the first thing that popped in his head. In fact he hadn’t call anyone at all. “Well I guess I didn’t think that a broken wrist and fingers would consisted of not being okay. I am fine really, I am” Dean said showing his white in her direction. Hearing her next question, he had to think about it, the doctor had said so much that day and I was all a bit confusing since he didn’t speak their lingo. “The doctor said that I should have this for about 5 weeks then I will get another x-ray and if my arm hasn’t heal correctly they will have to break it and I will be wearing the case for another five weeks” the though of that almost made him want to throw up but he kept his composure.
Then there was a moment of silence which was quickly followed by the sound of Liz voice again “Look Liz you didn’t take a hammer and bash my wrist and hand in, it is my fault for not using the right punching form when I went to punch that dude. Really don’t be sorry and it isn’t like you saying that will make my wrist not broken. What is done is done” Dean said hoping she didn’t feel sorry about this, because it really wasn’t her fault. “I haven’t been up to anything. I been in the house. I took off of work because I can’t work with this thing. I think I am about to go crazy in here” he said with a laugh “what about you” he said in a curious tone.
|
|
|
Post by Elizabeth Darcy on May 1, 2007 14:58:25 GMT 7
Maybe she might've over reacted just a bit, but that was the whole part of her being worried over him. Even though they weren't together together, she still cared. “Well I guess I didn’t think that a broken wrist and fingers would consisted of not being okay. I am fine really, I am,” She bit her lip, god dammit if it weren't for those stupid idiot guys that tried to hit on her and Bobby then he would be fine. That last part his fingers were probably from Bobby's fight, that was actually quite brutal. "Are you sure?" She questioned because she didn't think he was, he was a liar some of the time. She smirked just hoping he wouldn't lie about anything else.
“The doctor said that I should have this for about 5 weeks then I will get another x-ray and if my arm hasn’t heal correctly they will have to break it and I will be wearing the case for another five weeks,” She smiled nodding as she listened to what he had to say. "Well that's good then right?" She stepped closer as she took hold of his fingers, just playing with them slightly. He needed to be taken care of right now, in both ways, well Liz was always thinking that around Dean, he was very very attractive. She couldn't help herself around him most of the time.
"Look Liz you didn’t take a hammer and bash my wrist and hand in, it is my fault for not using the right punching form when I went to punch that dude. Really don’t be sorry and it isn’t like you saying that will make my wrist not broken. What is done is done. I haven’t been up to anything. I been in the house. I took off of work because I can’t work with this thing. I think I am about to go crazy in here,” She looked up at his gorgeous eyes, and closed there distance and she held onto his arm when she sat on the couch, she scooted closer to him. She leaned forwards and whispered to him, "You know, we never did get to finish what we started last time, maybe this time I could take care of you?" She suggested being seductive, she then began to kiss him gently and lightly on his neck, she smirked and hoped he'd get the hint.
{Sorry so late!}
|
|
|
Post by † Dean Andrews on May 2, 2007 9:08:30 GMT 7
Giving her a looked he just smiled. It was so amusing how concerned she was over his welfare. He couldn’t even think of a moment when his mom or dad was concern about him. But he was sure that he was okay. At least with time he would be, and a little more of taking care of himself. Also learning and remembering the proper fist form when punching wouldn’t hurt him a bit. “Yeah I am just peachy, is that how you say it. I don’t really exactly how it goes” he said with a laugh. Dean had heard one of his co-workers saying it before and he always wanted to use it.
Dean shrugged his shoulders when she asked him if that was good, well it wasn’t actually. Who would want a cast stuck on their arms from five weeks with the possibility that it wouldn’t even heal right then they would have to break it again. Yeah that would be fun and the fact that he had no way of working and might have to be like that for ten weeks. No it wasn’t a good think at all, but he wasn’t going to say that. “I guess so” was all his said and gave her a weak smile feeling her take a hold of his fingers. Smirking when she looked up at him, his green meeting hers and he heard her next words. She did have a point they didn’t really finished the night, it was so hectic and everything was so wrong.
It was even the right place to do but now was a different story “ yeah we didn’t” he said biting his lip slightly. He wanted her so badly but something was stopping him from being with her like that. Maybe he just needed to stop thinking. That is what he did, she was just there to have fun so why shouldn’t he enjoyed it. Running his hand down her side he whispered in a low enough voice so she could only hear him even though he had no reason to do so because it was his apartment “so I was right to think you didn’t just came to see if I was okay.” Dean said stopping his hand right mid of her side.
|
|
|
Post by Elizabeth Darcy on May 2, 2007 15:09:08 GMT 7
“Yeah I am just peachy, is that how you say it. I don’t really exactly how it goes," She cleared up her throat as the two looked into each other's eyes, "Your just peachy keen darling, peachy keen," She told him the saying, it was funny because she made the voice all girly girl. "It's ok, I understand, I mean you don't mind I'm here right?" She said to him, she wanted to be there, to keep him company, he probably wasn't having any since then or maybe he was. Wait a minute, wasn't he on that damn road trip with Anna and Lexi.
That day is not going to ruin her mood now, especially not with her green eyes and his looking right at each other's. “so I was right to think you didn’t just came to see if I was okay,” Holy crap, he did know. She was funny sometimes, because she didn't see it coming. Well she did. Oh she was just a confused person right now. She bit her lip as she loked down where his hand was leading too, right down the middle of her sides. She placed her free right hand and put it on top of his, as she moved her head facing his again, meeting his eyes once more. God she could melt in his gorgeous green eyes.
Just like him, her green eyes were darker, they were emeralds, Dean's you could see clearly. "No...I did want to come over to check up on you.....But I also came over to see if you wanted to be with me...." She said truthfully, just go out and say it Liz. You are crazy about him, and had been thinking about him all week non stop. Oy! She bit her lip again, as she lifted her lips from his neck, and was inches from his, as she breathed deepily, she closed eyes and said, "You have no idea, how incredibly sexy you are,"She said, with one last deep breath she licked her lips and waited to see what he'd say about that. Things were just getting interesting.
|
|
|
Post by † Dean Andrews on May 3, 2007 11:03:45 GMT 7
Laughing at the way she said it he smiled at her “well I am just peachy keen.” then he sighed but not a sad sigh just a normal sigh “how come when I say it I sound gay but when you say it you sound so cute.” he said leaning back into his couch more trying to get more comfortable his arm still resting on the back of the couch comfortable. Hearing her asked him if he mind she was there, he shook his head “of course I don’t mind you coming over . I mean you just came to see if I was okay, I fine that sweet and all.” he said giving her hand a small squeeze.
Asking her a question he raised his eyebrow up at her and a silly grin was on his face. It was obvious what she wanted and he could tell but he wanted to heard it from her. His hand was moving down her side, her body was so small and soft he would think that by his touch she would shatter into a thousand pieces. Feeling her hand on top of his he stopped his hand from moving, continuing to looked her in the eyes and watch as she leaned in closer to him. So closed that Dean could feel her breath on his neck, tinkling his skin and making his hairs stand up on there ends.
Finally hearing her answer he just continue to smile “oh and what else. I can see it in your eyes.” he said before she fully explained to and he couldn’t help but wondered just what she meant by what she just said. But he toss it aside when noticed now how close she was to his lips. If he really wanted to he could have kissed her, maybe he should just try it “mhm I don’t know I guess I know a little but we don’t want me to be coincident now do we” he said in a whisper closing the distance between the two until his lips met with her and he kiss her. Gosh her lips were soft and tasted like watermelon that he used to eat in Georgia.
|
|
|
Post by Elizabeth Darcy on May 3, 2007 15:43:46 GMT 7
“Well I am just peachy keen. How come when I say it I sound gay but when you say it you sound so cute.” He then paused and said this after, “of course I don’t mind you coming over . I mean you just came to see if I was okay, I find that sweet and all.” She blushed while looking at him, every little thing Dean had said to her was sweet and cute, but when he said the word cute she couldn't help it but giggle. "Sorry I just thought that was funny wen you said cute, you never say that," She chuckled this time, and couldn't hold in her laughter, but she did try.
“oh and what else. I can see it in your eyes. Mhm I don’t know I guess I know a little but we don’t want me to be coincident now do we,” She was guessing he didn't like her compliment about him, but maybe he did he just didn't know what to say. "No we don't....want that." She lastly said after then closing her eyes, her pink lips gently moving in synch with his, every flow as they kissed. There mouths pressed together, Liz was enjoying this but was Dean? She closed her eyes as she scooted closer, and moved to straddle on his lap. Oh wow. She didn't realize she was wanting this again with him, and it happened at least a week ago.
He was her craving, she wanted more of it. She couldn't help herself. With there lips still attached the lips moving up then down, and keeping rythm with it all. She moaned in the back of her throat as she moved her hands towards the end of his shirt, she let them roam around on his six pack, he really had a nice body. She wondered what he'd thought of this.
|
|
|
Post by † Dean Andrews on May 5, 2007 9:18:59 GMT 7
Laughing at bit harder at what she said next "Oh so now I can't say cute, well you are cute" he said to her leaning in and gently pressing his lips against her once more pulling away a few seconds later and smiling at her. Then a thought flashed in his head as his hand grazed down her arm and rested on her on side and he closed his eyes for a second. Dean must have been more tired then he though he was. Letting out a small yawn he open his eyes back up meeting with her and giving her a warm smirk.
"Exactly, but me having a big head isn't a bad I think" he said thinking about it for a quick second but tossing that aside when he lean in to kiss her again. All he really wanted to do was to make her stop talking so kissing her was the only solution to his problems. Feeling her straddle his lap he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling at the bottom of her shirt and placing his hand underneath her skirt touching her bare skin. His lips never once leaving her, gently caressing the bottom of her lips and nibbling at it softly. His mouth gently trailed down from her lips leaving soft kissed along her chin and down to her neck.
His hand now moving down toward her bottom stopping and pushing her a little bit closer as he gently nibble at her neck. His tongue drawing figure eights on her skin and then sucking gently at her neck. Her hands sending shivers down his spine only making him want this more and more. Lifting his head up he looked at her for a second before engulfing her now pink swollen lips into his, deepen the kiss as each seconds passed.
|
|