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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Jul 15, 2012 6:06:07 GMT -5
“Then I shall consider myself lucky for having been privy to your innermost secrets.” Maxi laughed at August’s lighthearted tone, smiling against his lips as they pressed against hers. He adjusted himself, moving her head onto his arm while he turned onto his side, all the while their lips melding together as they were so wont to do. She was pulled closer and her arm wrapped over his side, her hand gripping the shirt on his back tightly. Their tongues and legs twined together, making her heart race as she gave a soft moan of approval. While it was sensual and his gentle touches turned her on, she knew they wouldn’t get very far. Her pills worked quickly and she knew they would do so for him. Sure enough, his movements slowed and he eventually spoke against her lips. “I think they’re working…” She giggled softly, returning his peck, smiling contentedly as his lips moved to her cheek, her chin, her shoulder…and then his head fell to the pillow. “Mine…” Maxi smiled at the word, bringing her hand up to comb through his hair. “Always.” That little word caught her by surprise. Always. There were so many meanings in that simple word. She would always belong to him. He would always want her to belong to him. They would be together always. It made tears glisten in her eyes again, only these were tears of joy. She’d never been happier than in that moment. Always was a long time, and she wanted to spend always with him. Her fingers combed through his hair even though he had passed out and she kissed his closed eye gently. “Always,” she whispered as she pressed her forehead to his gentle enough to not wake him. For a long time, she just laid there watching him sleep, never having had to opportunity before now.
Maxi’s night passed very quietly. When she left August’s side, it was to make dinner for herself and clean up the downstairs a bit. She checked her phone, but she didn’t have any missed calls, which she was thankful for. The phone was staying downstairs, though. With August as exhausted as he was, she wasn’t going to risk waking him with her phone. It was still an early night for Maxi going to bed, but she spent an hour or so reading before she actually passed out. She read in her office so she wouldn’t wait August with the light, though she was pretty sure he was dead to the world until he was good any rested. Bedtime came and Maxi slid into bed beside him, curling up on her side close to him, but facing away from him. It was strange to have him there in bed with her, sleeping away, but it was a good sort of strange. She fell asleep more content than she had felt in some time.
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Maxi was dreaming, she knew it. August’s arms were around her, pulling her close against him, and his hands were groping her gently. It was such a pleasant dream, especially with the way his lips and teeth worked against her neck. Her arms stretched out like a cat’s before she realized that it wasn’t a dream; August was there, his hands and lips on her. She gave a soft moan, letting out a long sigh as her hand reached back to play in his hair. “I bet you never thought you’d wake up beside me.” Maxi smiled, giving a soft giggle before his hand starting exploring her. Her breath caught in her throat and she stroked his stubbly cheek gently. “I have to admit…this is certainly a treat.” She shuddered and whimpered as his fingers dipped below her waistband under her cami. Having woken up turned on, she was sure that was going to set the mood for the morning. It was time to make up like most couples did. “Mmm…I think I could get used to this…” She smiled more, leaning her head back toward him to give him more room to work with on her neck. “Me too,” she whispered softly, breathless already.
She turned in his arms so she could look back at him better, a big, sleepy smile on her face. Both hands reached up to grab his face, pulling his mouth against hers as she moved to her back. Their kiss was passionate from the start, her tongue dancing across his as she pulled eagerly to move him over her more. She moaned as her hands slipped from his face, down his chest and around to his back where her fingers gripped tightly. Her hips rose up into his, taunting as she extracted her lips just for a moment to murmur, “August.” Still wondering if this was just a dream, she wanted it badly from August either way. Her lips found his again as her heart raced and she silently begged him to do what she knew they both wanted desperately.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Jul 16, 2012 22:44:14 GMT -5
“Feel better?” He asked and Maxine scooted closer to him. “For now,” she said playfully, leaning over him and kissing him gently, her hand sweeping over his jaw, her fingers wrapping around his ear. She smiled against her lips, liking that she was admitting to the fact she was insatiable. For now simply meant she was expecting him to perform again, possibly soon..
When she pulled away, she smiled and let her fingers trace back across his jaw again, her index finger dipping into the dimple in his chin. “I take it you slept well, then?” she inquired with a cute tilt of her head. He grinned at her and nodded lightly. "Yes." He said honestly. He had slept well. It was almost like he'd been stone, but of course he had not. At least he was so unconscious he wasn't aware of the fact he was still in flesh form. "I might require more of those this evening. I have far more energy than I've had in days. Or at least I did until I noticed you laying beside me wearing practically nothing." He gave her an accusing look, but reached out, cupping her face and drawing her close to kiss her lightly.
"Now I'm famished." He had been asleep for fourteen some hours, in addition to the two hours prior to that. It had been nearly a day since his last meal! "Don't be rude, Maxine. Aren't you going to offer me something to eat?" He was playing with her, feeling lighthearted which was certainly unlike him. It was a combination of feeling well rested and well fucked. It put him in very high spirits and once he had food in his stomach he was certain he would be a truly happy man. He kissed her again and pushed himself into a sitting position, smacking her read end hard enough to bite but not so hard that it would tingle for more than a moment. "Come. Let us eat."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Jul 17, 2012 18:16:19 GMT -5
Maxi smiled wide as August confirmed that he had slept well. “Good!” she chirped with a little nod to underscore her answer. “I might require more of those this evening. I have far more energy than I’ve had in days. Or at least I did until I noticed you laying beside me wearing practically nothing.” His accusatory look made her giggle and she rolled her big eyes playfully. “Sorry,” she said with exaggerated irritation before smiling at him as he cupped her face. He kissed her and she closed her eyes, smiling against his lips. If only every morning could be like this for them. They were rested, relieved, and teasing each other softly; it was perfect and she wished it could stay like this for them forever. What a sweet life it would be. “Now I’m famished. Don’t be rude, Maxine. Aren’t you going to offer me something to eat?” There was a big smile on her face with how playful he was being, but her jaw dropped in mock shock, her eyes wide. “Well, excuse me, your highness!” she exclaimed in the same teasing manner. She giggled as he moved to kiss her again, watching him move to sitting and deciding she should do the same. Before she could, though, she felt his hand smack her ass and she squealed. “Hey!” she giggled, moving to sitting. “Come. Let us eat.” She sighed, pushing herself off the bed. “All right, all right,” she said softly. Though she didn’t need clothes to walk around her house, she grabbed a t-shirt that was huge on her from her dresser and slipped it over her head before she moved out to the hallway. It was chillier out of her bed and she still had sweat on her skin to make her even colder.
When they were in the kitchen, she went to the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of eggs she had and crouched down to get him an orange. She turned to him and handed it to him with a little smirk. “So you’ll stay patient,” she explained. She wanted to make pancakes too, but he was probably so hungry he wouldn’t want to wait. Maxi moved to the pantry and pulled out the pancake mix she had in there and pulled out a mixing bowl from one of the overhead cabinets. The pans came next and she worked quickly to mix the eggs and get them started before turning to the pancakes. Maxi liked to cook for other people, and she’d never made breakfast for her and August before. It was exciting for her, and she cooked with gusto, moving quickly and expertly. She had made eggs and pancakes for her and Becky so many times over the years, she didn’t need to look at the directions to know how to make it, or even measure the ingredients. Before long she was pouring pancake batter into the pan, but she hadn’t grabbed the spatula in her gathering of items.
She turned to the drawer where the spatula was, but August was standing in front of it. A smile came to her face, moving toward him. “Excuse me. I need the spatula,” she said, pointing to the drawer just behind his butt. She waited for him to move, but when he didn’t she crossed her arms over her chest, setting her feet. “What’ll cost me to get that spatula?” she asked, narrowing her eyes though she was smiling, trying not to laugh. He was being extra playful this morning, she noted.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Jul 18, 2012 9:04:09 GMT -5
He was definitely feeling playful and he knew it had a lot to do with the way he woke up and how much sleep he'd gotten. There was a part of him that still felt tired, like he could go back to bed, but he knew he'd slept more than enough. perhaps a nap. The thought amused him; needing to take a nap like an ornery human child.
August grabbed his boxers on the way out the door to her room, putting them on as he followed her downstairs, watching Maxine's ass the entire decent. When they got into the kitchen he leaned against the counter, crossing his feet at the ankle and folding his arms over his chest, watching Maxine work. He didn't really demand she cook for him like a slave, but he did enjoy her doing things for him, especially when he did tell her to. His head tilted a little as she crouched down, trying to catch a glimpse of her nakedness below the shirt. He thought he was about to see a little peak when she stood up, turning to bring him an orange. He smirked at her not even trying to pretend like he hadn't been looking. “So you’ll stay patient,” "Thank you." He crooned digging his nail into the thick rind of the fruit to begin peeling it.
August plucked pieces of the orange off and put them in his mouth, simply watching her work. It was clear she was making him pancakes and the thought pleased him. He liked pancakes and he didn't have them often. In fact, he couldn't recall the last time he had. They weren't something he typically ate. “Excuse me. I need the spatula,” she said when she'd come to him, expecting him to move out of the way. His smirk was devious as he refused to move. He loved her reaction, knowing just how to get a rise out of her.
“What’ll cost me to get that spatula?” she narrowed her eyes at him and he could see she was trying not to laugh. "Oh, are we bargaining?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes pulling away from hers and moving down her body. Even with the baggy shirt on she turned him on. He wasn't ready for another round yet, but that wasn't the point. He just loved her body. He loved a great many things about her.
"Fine." He stood a little straighter, uncrossing his ankles. "I'll give you the spatula, but when you've finished with it I get to use it on you however I please." His grin was wide and devious just thinking of all the things he could do with the piece of kitchen equipment. He looked to the pan. "Better agree quickly before those burn, baby."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Jul 18, 2012 23:01:05 GMT -5
“Oh, are we bargaining?” Maxi couldn’t fight the smile that came to her face, though she pursed her lips to try to hide it. August was smirking and his eyes were roving over her, making her flush a little and look away as she let the smile come across her face. He couldn’t possibly be ready to have sex again, so he must have just been doing it because he could. She waited for him to reply, he eyes flitting to the food on the stove. It wasn’t burning yet, but it would if he didn’t hurry up. “Fine.” Her big eyes came back to him as her smile turned sweeter. “I’ll give you the spatula, but when you’ve finished with it I get to use it on you however I please.” Her jaw dropped open, her eyes wide though there was a smile on her face. She couldn’t believe that was the bargain! What would he do with the spatula? He looked cute with his devious smile, but even so, she was reluctant to agree. His eyes darted past her to the pans. “Better agree quickly before those burn, baby.” She looked back, seeing they were definitely ready to be flipped. She huffed and turned back, glaring at him though her smile betrayed her real feelings. She liked this playfulness in him. “Fine. You get to use the spatula once I’m done with it,” she replied reluctantly. She just laughed and shook her head at his response and moved toward him again.
When he scooted out of the way, she got the spatula out of the drawer and closed the drawer behind her. Before she made her way back to the pans, she bit her lip and smiled, tapping August’s hip with the spatula as if to chastise him. With a soft laugh, she moved back to the stove and flipped the brown pancakes and scraped at the eggs to scramble them. She grabbed a plate to put the pancakes on and scooped them there carefully when they were done. She alternated between the eggs and the pancakes smoothly, grabbing a bowl to shovel the eggs into when they finished. “Did you dream?” she asked August, looking over her shoulder curiously. “I always wondered if Gargoyles could dream.” Her smile was soft as she waited for his answer before turning back to the pancakes.
The whole scene felt so comfortable and warm and domestic. It wasn’t a scene she got into with August often, since they usually ate take-out, and she’d never fallen into it in the morning. She wanted to freeze frame the moment, record it so she could look back and always remember how happy she felt in this moment. Even when she was looking at the pancakes, she was smiling gently, unable to stop smiling. She grabbed the pan with the eggs, shoveled them into the serving bowl she’d grabbed and then put the pan in the sink and filled it with water as she listened to him talk. She liked listening to him talk in his slightly raspy, low voice, and her eyes looked to him when she wasn’t messing with the food.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Jul 19, 2012 0:19:38 GMT -5
“Fine. You get to use the spatula once I’m done with it,” With a satisfied grin he pushed an orange wedge into his mouth and moved out of the way so she could obtain her won utensil. He leaned over near the sink instead, where the view was even better. It was hard not to come up behind her and touch her as she worked, wanting to wrap his arms around her and hug her body close to his, rest his head on her shoulder and watch her work. He contemplated doing just that but didn't want to screw up her system, deciding there would be plenty time to stand at her rear later and admire her. Especially since he was promised play time with the spatula. Dirty thoughts already laced his mind, making him smile mischievously once more.
“Did you dream?” Her question pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up into her eyes as she peered at him over her shoulder. “I always wondered if Gargoyles could dream.” He slowly shook his head. "We don't dream in stone form." He explained, sliding the last piece of orange into his mouth. "And if I dreamed while I slept then I certainly don't recall. I'm not even certain what it's like to dream. I'm not sure I would know it if it happened." He hoped at some point he would be able to have a dream. The thought interested him, and it was something he'd never done before, but it wasn't in his control. He could only hope he would have the opportunity to experience it.
"Perhaps we'll sleep more later this afternoon and I can try again." He moved to the side to let her fill the pan since he was standing in front of the sink. He couldn't stop himself anymore. August wrapped his arms around her waist, his legs spread slightly behind her as he pressed his body to hers. His lips found her neck, nestling his face there between her chin and shoulder and kissed her gently, simply holding her. "I did miss you." He offered softly into the safety of her neck, his fingers trailing up and down where they rested on her thin frame, his arms crossed over her stomach and resting at her sides. He simply held her for a moment before pulling his head up and bringing a single hand up to guide her face to the side to meet his, where he kissed her sweetly. He slid the hand on her face away and down into the sink, pulling out the spatula. "I believe this belongs to me now." He teased, smirking against her lips with that naughty grin of his again.
August backed away, dragging the hand that had been on her waist all the way across her stomach so he could have his hand back. He held the spatula behind his back and tucked the handle into his boxers, the top sticking out as if the band of his underwear were a holster of sorts for his weapon of choice. "Food." He reminded playfully, grabbing the bowl of eggs and moving to the table and setting it down before helping himself.
"Did you dream?" He inquired, raising a brow as she joined him with the pancakes.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Jul 19, 2012 18:04:52 GMT -5
August shook his head and Maxi listened as he explained that Gargoyles didn’t dream. “We don’t dream in stone form. And if I dreamed while I slept, I certainly don’t recall. I’m not even certain what like to dream. I’m not sure I would know it if it happened.” She nodded, interested. What would it be like to not dream, to not know what it was like to do that? Maxi often enjoyed her dreams, except of course for her nightmares. Her dreams could be strange and funny or memories both sad and happy. “Perhaps we’ll sleep more this afternoon and I can try again.” Maxi smiled at him brightly. “I think that can be arranged,” she replied with a playful tone. She wondered if he would be confused if he actually did have a dream and she wondered what it would be. They couldn’t be more bizarre than her dreams. She had some pretty strange dreams which always made her laugh and shake her head when she woke up.
Once she shut off the water in the sink, she felt August’s arms wrap around her from behind tightly. She was surprised at first, but then she smiled wide and warm. His face found its way into her neck, kissing softly, and her arms came over his, leaning her head gently against his. Perfection: that was the only word she could think of to describe how she felt right now. “I did miss you.” Her brows knitted, her arms squeezing over his gently. “I missed you too,” she replied in a voice hardly above a whisper. The feel of his fingers brushing up her sides made her close her eyes and savor the feel of him just holding her. Who would have guessed that first night they destroyed her kitchen that he would be holding her in that same kitchen a couple months later? Who knew they would love each other? His head lifted and he guided her face to look at him, her eyes opening slightly to smile at him. The kiss he offered was sweet and she returned it with her own sweetness. If she died right then, she would die a happy woman. His hand left her face, reaching into the sink and she wasn’t quite sure what he was getting. Her eyes shifted to look when he pulled away and found he had grabbed the spatula. She grinned wide at his own mischievous grin. “I believe this belongs to me now.” She giggled a little, looking up at his stormy eyes. “Damn,” she said softly.
He stuck the spatula in his boxers, sticking out of the top like a concealed weapon and she giggled again at his antics. She loved this playful side of him. “Food.” His reminder made her wrinkle her nose at him, grabbing the pancakes and the plates and silverware she’d grabbed before. She followed him to the table with them and set them down before she walked back to the pantry to get the syrup out. “Did you dream?” His question made her look up at him as she placed the syrup on the table. “Yeah, I usually do,” she replied casually, grabbing a plate and spooning some eggs onto her plate too before spearing a couple pancakes with her fork. “You were in it. You usually are these days.” She gave a sweet smile as she dropped the pancakes onto her plate and reached for the syrup. She liked syrup on her eggs too, so she trickled over everything on her plate, but she didn’t completely douse her plate in syrup like some people did. She began cutting her pancakes into fourths with her fork. “I dreamt that you were in my classroom while I was teaching for some reason. My students kept asking who you were and the girls were all giggling but you just sat there watching me from the corner. Then my sister came in and did the same thing, sitting next to you. But you two were doing it to make me laugh.” She laughed at the memory of the dream, shaking her head. “I have strange dreams. I don’t understand them most of the time, but they’re amusing.” She gave a shrug of her shoulders and a big smile before spearing some egg onto her fork. “I think it would be interesting to have you in a class,” she commented with an amused look.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Jul 20, 2012 0:43:23 GMT -5
He supposed he shouldn't be surprised that she dreamed often. She was a dreamer when she was awake, so it made sense she would be the same when she slept.
“You were in it. You usually are these days.” He raised a brow and reached for the pancakes. "Oh?" He asked, having his interest peaked by her statement. He liked knowing he was in her dreams.
“I dreamt that you were in my classroom while I was teaching for some reason. My students kept asking who you were and the girls were all giggling but you just sat there watching me from the corner. Then my sister came in and did the same thing, sitting next to you. But you two were doing it to make me laugh.”
She laughed and he offered a slightly amused, incredulous look. “I have strange dreams. I don’t understand them most of the time, but they’re amusing.” "Strange might be an understatement, my dear." He dug into his breakfast, noticing she had syrup over her entire plate and not just her pancakes. “I think it would be interesting to have you in a class,” Now that was an interesting thought.
"I would imagine if I were your student you would be fired within the week." He smirked at her. "I doubt you would be able to resist me anymore as a student than you do now, but even I can't deny the allure. Bending you over your desk and lifting your pencil skirt.. spreading your legs wiiide apart for me.." His smiled was wicked and he looked at his breakfast, taking another bite. "I think it's best we never let me into your classroom, Miss McManus. Not if you value your career." August leaned back in his seat and watched her. "I wouldn't be opposed to a little roleplaying, though." He taunted his eyes moving over her face and then down her torso, trying to imagine her dressed up for work. If this darkness didn't go away he might actually have the opportunity to see her off to work someday. It was a strange and exciting thought.
"Do you always douse your eggs with syrup?" He asked, changing the topic and trying not to sound as disgusted as he was with the strange combination.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Jul 20, 2012 23:13:58 GMT -5
“I would imagine if I were your student you would be fired within the week. I doubt you would be able to resist me anymore as a student than you do now, but even I can’t deny the allure.” Maxi grinned, nodding as she brought a forkful of eggs up. “Well, that may be true,” she teased. “Bending you over your desk and lifting your pencil skirt…spreading your legs wiiide apart for me…” She blushed but smiled wide, laughing silently as she brought a hand to her forehead and shook her head. Of course he would talk dirty over breakfast. He was pretty much a lecher, but a sexy one. “I think it’s best if we never let me into your classroom, Miss McManus. Not if you value your career.” Maxi nodded, getting another bite of pancake. “Yeah, that might be for the best,” she said with a heavy sigh before she popped the pancake in her mouth with a playful smile. He leaned back and looked at her and she blushed a little more, trying to ignore him with a smile as she ate. Sometimes he was impossible. “I wouldn’t be opposed to a little roleplaying, though.” Maxi gave a little snort, shaking her head. “Yeah, I bet,” she replied with a grin, her eyes looking over to him. They’d just had sex, but here they were, talking about sex casually like it was the weather. It made her wonder about that spatula…
“Do you always douse your eggs with syrup?” August sounded disgusted and she brandished her fork at him playfully. “Hey. Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Mr. Witt,” she warned with a smile. She speared a piece of egg and smiled wider. “And as a matter of fact, I do not. I’ve been known to put hot sauce on eggs too, or just eaten them with salt and pepper. With pancakes, though, I do often put syrup on them.” She put the egg in her mouth and started wondering when she had come up with her concoction. “I think I started doing it by accident. Some syrup got on my eggs and I was so hungry I ate them anyway and really liked it. Or Maureen did it and then I copied her. I don’t know, but I think it’s delicious.” Maxi gave a little shrug and a smile before turning back to her food and chowing down some more.
“Haven’t you eaten some strange food combinations before? I mean, you were a kid once. I thought all kids sampled weird combinations,” she commented, wondering for the first time what kind of child August was. Probably serious, but all kids have a lighthearted side to them. Surely August was the same way. He probably made a cute kid too, all big eyes, pouty mouth and dimpled chin. She found herself grinning at the thought and she peeked up at him. “I bet you were a cute kid.” It was an off-handed comment to an off-handed thought, but it made her smile all the same. Imagining little August Witt was too adorable not to smile at.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Jul 21, 2012 1:03:30 GMT -5
Whatever the reason she had begun, he wished she would stop her repulsive breakfast behavior, but he made no mention of it, deciding it was her breakfast and she could do with it as she pleased. If she wanted to be disgusting he wouldn't object, as long as she didn't make him be disgusting with her.
“Haven’t you eaten some strange food combinations before? I mean, you were a kid once. I thought all kids sampled weird combinations,” August actually considered it. Had he tried strange things as a boy? His parents were proper and he supposed he ate strange things that were considered delicacies. Escargot and cuisses de grenouilles. "My parents made me try things, but I recall being very picky. I went through a phase where all I ate was ham sandwiches." He looked at his breakfast and tried to think. "Cookies with cheese." He said after a moment, looking at Maxine across from him. "I enjoyed chocolate chip cookies with american cheese." He explained, feeling repulsed by the combination now. "I don't even know how I figured that one out, but I'm certainly glad I grew out of it."
“I bet you were a cute kid.” He cocked a brow at her. A cute kid? "I was a hell raiser in my own right." He offered softly, never having ever discussed his childhood with someone before like this. It was a private thing for him, and most people he associated with knew him as a boy, or at least a young adult. "I was stubborn and bullheaded, quick to accuse and slow to apologize. I can't imagine I was much of a pleasure to be around." He explained, knowing he wasn't all bad. "I was very eager to please my father, though. For him I always behaved." It felt strange talking about his childhood. It had been so very long ago and he cleared his throat, reaching for another pancake.
"I don't need to ask if you were a beautiful child. I can't imagine you were anything but." He complimented lightly and for a moment he thought of having children of his own. He didn't think on it often, but he knew it would never be a possibility with Maxine. Snow would probably drown any child he created with a non-Gargoyle. "Do you intend to have children?" He asked casually, almost regretting the question immediately.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Jul 23, 2012 22:17:23 GMT -5
Maxi was still trying to get over the thought of cookies and cheese, though it made her laugh to think of little August eating it. Gross! And he thought eggs and syrup was bad! How on earth did he come up with that? It would have been adorable and disgusting at the same time and if she actually saw a kid eating cookies and cheese, she would be crying from laughter. August had to have been a cute kid. At her comment about it, though, he raised his eyebrows. “I was a hell raiser in my own right.” Well, that suited him too, but most kids could terrorize when they wanted to. “I was stubborn and bullheaded, quick to accuse and slow to apologize. I can’t imagine I was much of a pleasure to be around.” To Maxi, it didn’t sound like much had changed, except she did find him a pleasure to be around. Not always, but most of the time. “I was very eager to please my father, though. For him I always behaved.” It gave Maxi a warm smile to think of August behaving for his father. What was his father like? She doubted she would ever meet him, but she was curious about him all the same. Maxi felt closer to August in just a matter of seconds, feeling like she not only knew him better, but understood him. She too had been eager to please her father when she was young and had earned herself the title of “Daddy’s girl.” That name still made her smile.
“I don’t need to ask if you were a beautiful child. I can’t imagine you were anything but.” Maxi smiled wider, spearing another piece of pancake. “I was actually a little gawky, to tell the truth. I was stick skinny with lots of freckles and big lips. I’m surprised I don’t still have freckles,” she replied, giving a little giggle. Some of the kids had teased her growing up, but she had friends too. When she hit puberty, many of the boys stopped teasing her and regretted ever having done so. Maybe she would show August one of her childhood photos someday… “Do you intend to have children?” The question surprised Maxi and she looked at August with big eyes for a moment. Then she smiled again and gave a little shrug, flushing a little. “I’d love to, someday. I’ve always wanted to be a mother. It just hasn’t been right for me yet.” Her voice was quiet, a little embarrassed to talk about children with August. Would he ever want children? He didn’t really seem the type. With Robert Snow around…it would be severely frowned upon for him to have children with someone other than a Gargoyle. That made a pit fall in Maxi’s stomach. She wanted to be with him for as long as possible, but would she have to sacrifice having children to do so? She sincerely hoped not…Would he even want to have children with her? She was frowning down at her plate as she thought about it. This topic was too upsetting to think about right now.
“Until then, I have students to help and that’s good enough for me,” she said with a shrug and a renewed smile. She wouldn’t ask if he wanted children. She feared the answer. Popping another piece of pancake in her mouth, she dismissed the topic. When they were more serious, or if they ever made it to something like marriage, maybe then she would bring it up again. For now, she was going to let it lie; they had only just made up from their first big fight and it wasn’t time to think about children. “And I’ll have you know, the Japanese make eggs with a kind of syrup all the time. It’s a staple with sushi over there. Cookies and cheese…that’s just gross,” she teased with a big smile, nudging his foot under the table gently. She wanted to get back to their lighthearted banter they’d had for the morning so far. Maxi loved it when August was playful. Well…she just loved August, whether he was playful or not, but she liked him more when he was teasing her and giving her a hard time.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Jul 24, 2012 10:26:47 GMT -5
“I’d love to, someday. I’ve always wanted to be a mother. It just hasn’t been right for me yet.” He watched her closely and he could see she was certainly interested in procreating. She would make beautiful children. Even he had to admit their offspring would be very fortunate, but August wasn't entirely on board with having children and having them with Maxine was pretty much out of the question. “Until then, I have students to help and that’s good enough for me,” She was smiling now but he had seen the smile falter before. He wondered if she thought about it with him. He wouldn't ask. If she did it would only cause trouble and he was enjoying her this morning. He was enjoying life this morning.
“And I’ll have you know, the Japanese make eggs with a kind of syrup all the time. It’s a staple with sushi over there. Cookies and cheese…that’s just gross,” She teased, nudging his foot under the table in a playful manner. August raised a brow. "I'll have you know we are not in Japan, Maxine. In addition I could give you a laundry list of items the Japanese eat that would make you lose your appetite completely."
August took another bite of his food, reaching behind his back and pulling the spatula out. He slid it beside him as if laying a weapon out for her to see. "I'll admit cookies with cheese is unappetizing, but to a boy it was a delicacy." His lips quirked up at the side and he patted his spatula. "I would also recommend you watch your mouth, Miss McManus. I'd hate to have to spank you so early in the morning." Was it early in the morning? He had no idea, but any time of morning or afternoon was technically early in the morning for him. His hand left the spatula and went back to eating his breakfast. "Now what shall we do after breakfast?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Jul 25, 2012 22:32:45 GMT -5
“I’ll have you know we are not in Japan, Maxine. In addition I could give you a laundry list of items the Japanese eat that would make you lose your appetite completely.” Maxi giggled at August’s reply to her tease and placed a piece of pancake in her mouth. “What’s worse are the Chinese. They eat anything.” She’d heard of Chinese people eating duck vaginas, not to mention the ever popular and truthful joke that Chinese ate cats and dogs. They didn’t do it as much these days, but she knew the Chinese historically did serve up cat and dog, but there were many cultures that did when times were hard. Her head was full of random little facts like that, but she wouldn’t talk about all the Chinese ate with August when they were eating. The scathing look she would probably get wasn’t worth the laugh she would have at August’s initial reaction. She looked over as he reached behind him and she saw he was pulling something out of his boxers. Oh, that’s right…
The spatula was laid out on her table and she looked from it to August’s face and she bit her lip to keep back her smile. Apparently, she was asking for it by teasing him. “I’ll admit cookies and cheese is unappetizing, but to a boy it was a delicacy.” He patted the spatula as if it was a good pet, and she narrowed her eyes playfully at him. “I would also recommend you watch your mouth, Miss McManus. I’d hate to have to spank you so early in the morning.” Maxi shook her head with a laugh. “No you wouldn’t!” she retaliated through her laughter. She knew August better than that. He would relish spanking her no matter what time of day it was, whether she would relish in it or not. For some reason, spanking her always got him so hot and bothered. He wasn’t nearly as cruel with her as he used to be, though. His hand left the spatula and he went back to eating, which she was grateful for; she wasn’t ready for spanking yet. She speared a couple more pancakes and drizzled syrup on them before cutting them into fours again.
“Now what shall we do after breakfast?” Maxi looked at him and then up at the ceiling as she considered, quirking her pursed lips to the side as she did so. “Hmm…Well, we could start with taking a shower. The weather still sucks, so I guess we should stay indoors…We could watch a movie. I’ve got a pretty good selection and I promise I won’t make you watch a really bad horror movie or a really sappy chick flick.” She gave a cute smile. Maxi had a weakness for bad and classic horror flicks, but that was always her thing with Brett and Becky. As for chick flicks, she didn’t own many, though she enjoyed a good romance from time to time. August seemed the type to enjoy a historical drama or a mind-boggling thriller, which she owned as well. The woman found pleasure in a good story, whether it was written or performed. Plus, it would be nice to actually curl up with August and do something relaxing for a change. They had cuddled after sex, of course, but it wasn’t the same as just snuggling and enjoying each other’s company while watching a good movie.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Jul 26, 2012 20:00:12 GMT -5
“No you wouldn’t!” He actually grinned and chuckled a little. She was right. He would love nothing more than to see her pale rear end turn bright pink at his hand. To hear her whimper as he used her spatula against her, and then to slowly rub her rear until it felt better. He gulped not wanting to say how much the thought turned him on. He looked longingly at the spatula before the topic was changed, giving him a way to focus on something other than the desire to hear her scream.
“Hmm…Well, we could start with taking a shower." The dirty smile game back to his lips as he thought about showering with her. He wasn't even physically ready to have her again, but that didn't mean he wasn't turned on by the very thought of it. Maybe he would bring the spatula with him. "The weather still sucks, so I guess we should stay indoors…" He nodded gently, finishing his pancakes. "We could watch a movie. I’ve got a pretty good selection and I promise I won’t make you watch a really bad horror movie or a really sappy chick flick.” Movies weren't top on his list of things to do, but he would do that with her. He didn't have to work today so he might as well take advantage of it since tomorrow he would be expected to come back in.
"If that is how you would like to spend our day together, I am more than willing to accommodate myself." After a few bad days, he was feeling more than generous since he'd slept, had sex and was now well fed. Maxine could propose almost anything and he might go along with it. "I'll even go so far as to help clearing the table." He took his spatula and slid it back into his underwear and stood up, reaching for her plate. He wouldn't clean the dishes but he had no problem taking them to the sink for her, which was what he did. "Think I'll hold onto this until I need it." He threw at her as he touched his "weapon" and smirked at her. "Also, if you don't mind I would like to be the one to choose the movie. I'm sure you have something suitable in your collection." It was said condescendingly, but he was being playful about it at the same time.
"Ready to shower?"
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