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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 3, 2012 11:32:35 GMT -5
Maxi knew after she had asked the question that she shouldn't have. August suddenly seemed sullen and she felt bad for having asked. "I suppose I'm a homebody." She knew that wasn't true. A man with August's personality was not a homebody. With how quiet he suddenly became, she wondered if maybe he regretted it. Her mind flashed to the film It's a Wonderful Life, one of she favorites, and she likened August to George Bailey. It was an intriguing thought, but also a little sad. She felt guilty, looking back to her plate. Had she just screwed herself over?
"And you? What of your adventures?" She could hear his reluctance in his question. A small smile came to her plump lips, though, playing down her time out of the country. "I studied abroad in Ireland for a semester in college. I visited a couple other countries in Europe while I was there. But then it was right back to Scriptor Bay. I couldn't stay away for long." It was true. Though she only had her grandmother left to her of her family in Scriptor Bay, she still felt incredibly homesick while in Ireland. The beautiful streets of Paris, the cathedral of Chartres, the castles on the Rein in Germany, the canals of Venice, and the statues of Rome, along with all of the rolling green hills and ancient ruins of Ireland couldn't compare to the comfort of her sleepy little Oregon hometown. Her time away had only made her love this place all the more. She doubted August would see it that way though.
"Did you go to college?" she asked, attempting to change the subject. She didn't know how Gargoyle politics worked, so she wasn't sure if the importance of formal education existed there in the way it did in human politics. At least she could move away from the subject of travel, obviously a sore one for August. She took another bite of pasta while she waited for his answer.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 3, 2012 22:13:38 GMT -5
He listened to her, remaining quiet as she told him mildly of her adventures. He envied her, but he tried not to let it show. August was well aware of the fact she was downplaying her trip for him. It was obviously a hot topic, one he didn't care to discuss, but he was kind when she brought it up. Or as kind as anyone could expect August to be, considering.
"I can't imagine wanting to come back." There was the tiniest ghost of a smile on his lips but he let his eyes stay downcast in his food, taking another bite. He wasn't sure he would come back if given the opportunity to explore, but he knew it would be quite some time before that actually happened.
"Did you go to college?" He peaked up at her and raised a brow. "My, aren't we inquisitive this evening." He taunted, taking another bite of pasta and drinking his wine from the bottle. She had her own and though it was informal, he had been too tired to fetch his glass. He planned on finishing it anyway.
"I've taken many courses but never acquired a full degree." He explained. He'd sat in on many lectures, learned loads from books and mentors, and had gone through several full courses. he was educated, and had gone through more higher learning over the years than any college graduate.
"What made you become an educator?" He asked, since they were exchanging personal information.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 3, 2012 22:46:08 GMT -5
"My, aren't we inquisitive this evening." Maxi grinned, happy to hear he had lightened up a little. She didn't care if he had gone to college or not, or even if he had a degree. Maxi just wanted to know more about him. It turned out he didn't have a degree, but he took courses, which was more than good enough for Maxi. She knew you didn't have to have a degree to be smart, and August seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. He was in politics after all, which required a lot of education. It made her curious what Gargoyle politics were like. She knew he wouldn't talk about that with her, though. He seemed uncomfortable around the subject of what he was, so he wasn't going to talk about it.
"What made you become an educator?"
The question made Maxi look back at him, a little surprised he was inquiring about her. She gave a smile and finished the pasta in her mouth. "Well," she started. "I always loved school and learning. Except for math; I always hated math. But my favorite subject was English. By the time I was twelve I was reading Shakespeare and doing reasonably well with comprehending it. I became the person everybody came to with questions about readings in class, especially in high school, and I found I loved explaining what we had to read. I liked talking out the intricacies of the writing and story with my teachers, and a lot of them suggested I become a teacher and a scholar. Plus, I love helping people and I think passing on my love for literature is the best thing I could do with my career. At the very least, I can help a student not hate reading, maybe improve their writing skills. Nothing makes me happier than students asking me questions or coming to me after class to talk about their assignments. I've actually helped a lot of students with history homework too. It's such a rewarding job."
She realized she had been prattling on for a while, her fork pushing what little pasta was left around the plate. The smile on her face was warm, loving to talk about her job. Now, she laughed a little at herself. "Sorry for rambling," she said, picking up her plate. She brought it to the counter and grabbed the last half of her orange, bringing it back to the table. Peeling off a wedge, she smiled for August. "What kind of books do you read?" she asked, almost playfully, before popping the orange wedge into her mouth. Of course an English teacher would have to ask that question. For her, though, it was an important question. She could tell a lot about a person based on what they read.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 4, 2012 8:35:54 GMT -5
When she began talking he half regretted it. He was more interested in what she had to say tonight than the previous evening, but not nearly as interested as he would like to be when listening to someone. Maxine, though beautiful and very much a good time, was dull outside of the bedroom. At least according to August. However her rambling allowed him time to be silent and not answer her further inquiries about him and the life he's led to this point.
"It's such a rewarding job." He let out a soft "Mmm.." as if to agree, a thin lipped, forced smile on his face. It sounded anything but rewarding. It sounded awful.
"What kind of books do you read?" All too quickly the attention was back on him. He found it easy to pick at his food as he thought, letting a silence run between them as he thought about it. It was such a broad answer. "Mostly anything but comedy and romance." He finally told her, his stormy blue-gray eyes reaching out to look into her, his head bowed lightly towards his food.
"The answer is too broad to go into real detail. I've read most of the books worth reading which, everything from Homer to Shakespeare to Charles Dickens.. but I often prefer nonfiction titles like The Origins of Totalitarianism and Civil Disobedience." He explained sipping the wine. "I like to be up to speed on most topics, but I find that a lot of novels written today aren't worth reading. I feel as thought the general public has become more stupid over the years, preferring garbage novels over intellectual ones." He knew it was likely Maxine enjoyed those moronic novels. She seemed the type to curl up with the latest Nicholas Sparks vomit, but he wouldn't judge her for it. Not entirely. But considering her love of literature, she would likely be an excellent match when it came to discussions.
His eyes lingered on her lips as he spoke, watching her enjoy her fruit. Finally he reached out and helped himself to a slice, sliding it slowly onto his tongue and then chewing to savor. "Come." He said all too suddenly, pushing away from the table and standing, not caring he was entirely in the buff. "Show me your favorite books. I'm certain an English teachers home would be dripping with them." He gave a light smile, knowing he'd seen some books around.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 4, 2012 9:48:48 GMT -5
Maxi loved that August had read, and presumably enjoyed the classics. Homer, Shakespeare, Dickens--three of her favorite writers. But naturally he would prefer non-fiction. She found logical, analytical people enjoyed non-fiction the most, and that gelled with what she had seen so far of Mr. Witt. But really? The Origins of Totalitarianism? She had never been one for political theory, and that book sounded like it would put her to sleep. Civil Disobedience wasn't bad, and she loved deciphering the lofty language, but it still wasn't as entertaining as Homer, Shakespeare, or Dickens. "I feel as though the general public has become more stupid over the years, preferring garbage novels over intellectual ones." A smile crept across her lips as she popped another orange slice in her mouth. "I tend to agree," she said in reply. Maxi wasn't arrogant or snotty, but she was very haughty when it came to her books. The older the book, the better. She let him pick a piece of fruit for himself, giving him a sweet smile.
"Come." The command caught her off guard and she watched as he stood with wide eyes, hardly caring he was completely nude. She was as well, so they were even. It was strange how comfortable she was being naked in front of him now. "Show me your favorite books. I'm certain an English teacher's home would be dripping with them." His interest in her books made her grin spread across her face. If he wasn't genuinely interested, then she appreciated his being a gentleman and faking it. He was right though. She had books in just about every room of her house. The most important ones, though were in her office. She stood, giving him a peck on the lips to show her appreciation, and she made her way past him to the stairs. "My office," she directed softly, looking over her shoulder at him.
When they were in her office, staring at the large decorative bookshelf in the relatively small space. She loved that bookshelf, though, and more she loved the objects on the bookshelf. There were several pictures of her family, a couple music boxes, and various other knick-knacks she had picked up in Europe. The best objects were the books, though. She had a small collection of old collector's edition books, including an early 20th century print of a Tale of Two Cities by Dickens. It was a rare find when you weren't looking, and she had jumped at a chance to buy it. She stored her favorites on a top shelf, though, beside a favorite picture of her family. They had taken it on a camping trip when she was 16, and her younger red-headed self sat beside an auburn haired girl with a slightly rounder face and straighter nose, but the same large blue eyes. On either side of the girls sat an auburn-haired, green-eyed man, handsome and rugged with his unshaven face, and a beautiful, red-haired, blue-eyed, older version of Maxi. All were smiling, the portrait of a happy family, and she glanced at the picture before she pulled down a huge, leather-bound book, the words Riverside Shakespeare scrawled on the cover. She turned her eyes back to August.
"This is my favorite book," she said with a wide smile. "I still haven't read all of articles, but I read it when I can. It's pretty worn because it was my mother's before it was mine, but it's in pretty good shape considering how much it's been handled over the years." She then looked back at a small, badly worn book and pulled it down. It was a copy of Wuthering Heights she had held onto since high school. "And you can tell how many times I've read Wuthering Heights by the fact that this is falling to pieces," she said with a smile, making sure nothing actually fell out of the book as she held it. "But the rest of the books on that shelf are some of my favorites too. There's The Iliad, Pride and Prejudice, Little Dorrit, The Sound and the Fury, a copy of Hamlet I've had since high school..." She let her voice trail off, putting the books back where they belonged carefully, giving him a bashful smile. "Sorry if I'm boring you," she said quietly. She knew she wasn't an exciting person and pretty much a bore, but she got very passionate about one thing, and that was literature. Well, she was also getting passionate about sex with August, but when it came to mundane passions, literature was it for her. She waited for August's reaction to her little show-and-tell.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 4, 2012 21:24:23 GMT -5
He followed close as they walked to the office. It was a room he hadn't been in yet, which wasn't much a surprise. He was sure there were many places in her home he had yet to see, which was fine with him, really. He didn't need to see all of her personal life, that wasn't what their relationship was about. He enjoyed telling himself that. He liked to think he just didn't care, but if she had failed to show him a glimpse into who she was he would have lost interest much sooner, despite his justifications that she was dull and boring. Maxine was anything but, it would seem, though August would be hard pressed to admit that even to himself.
His stormy eyes moved over the pictures, who were quite obviously her family. They looked like her. All beautiful, especially the young woman who he could only assume was her sister. Sisters were certainly a good thing. Brothers, on the other hand, were not. August was an only child, so he didn't know anything of siblings.
He refrained from touching the items on the shelf, assuming they had some amount of importance. The books she owned shocked him, and he did his best to hide his surprise. He expected Harry Potter and the likes, but her collection was one to be desired by any literary enthusiast. It actually turned him on a little to know she was more of an intellectual than he had previously pegged her for. Not that he found her unintelligent, but there was certainly more than what met the eye with her.
"You'll enjoy it." He murmured softly at her ear when she mentioned Riverside Shakespeare, standing at her back so he could easily see all she was pulling down to show him.
"And you can tell how many times I've read Wuthering Heights by the fact that this is falling to pieces," He chuckled. t had always been one of his favorites, for some odd reason. More so when he was a bit younger than now.
"Sorry if I'm boring you," she said quietly and he shrugged his shoulders. "There are far more uninteresting things we could discuss." He assured her with a light chuckle, reaching up over her and pulling down Wuthering Heights.
"The task was done," He recited softly. "Not free from further blunders, but the pupil claimed a reward, and received at least five kisses.." He flipped through the book, though the words he spoke softly at her back were from memory. He slipped his lips against her shoulder, placing five delicate kisses from the edge of her shoulder up towards her neck. "..which, however, he generously returned. Then, they came to the door, and from their conversation, I judged they were about to issue out and have a walk on the moors." August sighed, his arms around her as he looked through the book. "It's been so long since I've read this. I never cared for Catherine." He laughed. "She and I would not have been compatible." With a last longing look at the book, he slipped it back onto her shelf. He was still drained, and tired. More tired than he could recall being in quite some time. Not for sleep, but just physically exhausted. "Should I put you to bed, or are there more things to show me this evening?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 5, 2012 2:52:01 GMT -5
Maxi was glad she wasn't boring August, and she watched as he reached up and retrieved her copy of Wuthering Heights again. He was behind her, but she felt the warmth of him on her back, even more as he began flipping through the book. She liked having him there, flipping through her books, his arms around her. "The task was done." For a moment, Maxi was surprised by this statement, not sure which task he was referring to. Then the next lines came in his smooth voice, and she found her heart racing. He was reciting the last lines of the book from memory. Not one man she had ever brought into her bed had been able to recite literature to her, nevertheless lines from her favorite novel. It almost made her dizzy with excitement.
"Not free from further blunders, but the pupil claimed a reward, and received at least five kisses..." Maxi smiled at the way August's lips slipped along her shoulder to her neck; five kisses, just like the lines of the book. "...which, however, he generously returned. Then, they came to the door, and from their conversation, I judged they were about to issue out and have a walk on the moors." He sighed, and she almost did too. She was sold. August could have been the Devil himself, and Maxi would still not care. If he could recite lines from her favorite literature, she would do whatever he asked without hesitation. She was sore and tired, but she was filled with longing again, and she supposed they had both discovered her greatest weakness. "It's been so long since I've read this. I never cared for Catherine. She and I would not have been compatible." It made Maxi grin as she watched him place the book on the shelf. "Catherine and I have always had a love/hate relationship," she replied softly, her heart still jumping from his recitation. It was strange, though, since she saw August and Heathcliff having a lot of traits in common. Maxi was glad, though, knowing she was no Catherine.
"Should I put you to bed, or are there more things to show me this evening?" Maxi let her grin grow a little before she turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his shoulders loosely. She brought her mouth close to his, looking into those stormy eyes of his. "Well, you got me riled up again," she purred in a hushed voice. Her lips covered his own, her body hot as it pressed against his softly. Maxi's tongue brushed lightly against his lower lip, asking permission to find his tongue. When it was granted, her pressed one hand to his jaw as her tongue writhed against his. Her heart racing, she pulled away a little, opening her eyes to his again. "So, you can take me to bed if you want," she whispered, the hand on his jaw tracing the line of his jaw with the tips of her fingers. Just when she thought she was satisfied, August figured out a way to ignite her passion again.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 5, 2012 20:33:58 GMT -5
She spun around in his arms and August peered down at her, looking into those deep blue eyes. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen eyes like hers on a woman before. His head cocked slightly to the side as she slipped her arms around his neck, his hands resting low on her hips.
"Well, you got me riled up again,"
Her voice was soft, her lips so close to his and he couldn't hide the smirk on his face. It was becoming more and more easy to "rile" her up. It was hardly a challenge at all. All he needed to do was recite a few lines from Wuthering Heights and she was his for the taking. "You're insatiable." He teased lightly.
As she pressed her body to his he felt a familiar stirring in his groin. It seemed she had the same effect on him, and when she pressed her lips to his, he allowed her access. His hands crept lower and further around, now resting on the upper portion of her rear end. He felt so calm from their earlier sessions. He knew he could muster up more than enough strength for another round, but he just wasn't feeling as rough as he had been earlier.
The fingers on his chin tickled and felt nice and he couldn't help but grin when she told him to take her to bed again. Her fingertips depositing feather light strokes across his chin, making him sigh with content.
He stood there motionless, enjoying the moment, and then suddenly pulled her body tight against his once more. without saying a word he knelt and slid one arm under her kneecaps and the other slid up towards the center of her back, scooping her into his arms. She was light to begin with, but with his natural strength she was even lighter.
"You're in luck." He told her as he headed up the stairs. "I'm going to let you be in charge this time."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 5, 2012 20:57:21 GMT -5
Maxi made a little sound of surprise when August pulled her tightly against him suddenly, and gasped as she was scooped up in his arms. She gave a breathless laugh as her arms wrapped tighter around his shoulders, not used to being carried like this. "You're in luck. I'm going to let you be in charge this time." Maxi blushed a little, but smiled wide as he carried her to her bed. "How kind of you, Mr. Witt," she teased, kissing him again. It excited her to think of riding him at her own pace, perhaps teasing him for once instead of the other way around. She felt as insatiable as August had teased her for being.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 7, 2012 21:09:15 GMT -5
Five. He'd had her a total of five times that evening. Weary didn't even come close to how he felt. He was physically and mentally drained in a way he didn't recall ever having been before. Water dripped from him and he watched as Maxine covered herself in the towel. It was the first time in hours her body wasn't completely exposed to him, and he felt loss.
"I guess you have to go soon, huh?" He watched her for a moment and then ran his hand through his hair, pushing some of the water from it and stepping out of the shower, grabbing his own towel and wrapping it tight around his waist.
"Yes." He said matter of factly, though he felt the disappointment she so clearly stated. He gazed at her, wondering if he would have the strength to leave. More so if he would have the guts to come back. He liked her. He liked her too much for his own comfort. "I need to let you rest. It's late." He said it as if this was the true reason for his impending departure.
He moved forward, kissing her lightly and ushering her from the foggy room. "Let's get you dried off." He said softly to her, his tone almost paternal. Once back in her room he took the towel off her head and rubbed the red tendrils. "If you'd like I can stay until you're asleep." He offered, having made the same offer the night before. he didn't do that for anyone. Maxine was a rare find, though. "What are you wearing to sleep?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 7, 2012 23:12:20 GMT -5
"Yes." Maxi felt her heart sink at August's reply, though she knew it was coming. It was odd for her to like someone so much after such a short amount of time, but she liked August a lot. But she could tell from the look on his face that he was disappointed too. It just made her feel like she was falling again. Thank goodness she had the tub beneath her to steady her. "I need to let you rest. It's late." She was exhausted, but she didn't want to sleep. Falling asleep just meant he would be gone when she woke.
When he moved toward her, she got back to her feet, smiling at his light kiss. She felt so comfortable. With a sigh, she let him guide her back to her bedroom, smiling more at the paternal tone he adopted. It was cute. It was even cuter when he started to dry her hair for her and it felt nice. "If you'd like I can stay until you're asleep." Her smile spread across her face. "I'd like that," she said softly. Even if he wouldn't be there when she woke, he would be there when she fell asleep. And she really needed sleep. "What are you wearing to sleep?" "A baggy t-shirt," she replied simply, taking the towel from his hands and putting it on his head now. His hair wasn't long, but it was long enough to drip on her carpet and bed, and she didn't need the mess. She squeezed the ends of his hair with the towel, giving him a kiss as she did so. Really, he was irresistible.
When she was done drying his hair, she moved away to her dresser. She pulled out a long, over-sized t-shirt that slipped just off of one shoulder, but came down to mid-thigh. It was enough to cover her, signifying that, unfortunately, the evening's fun was finally done. She moved back to the bathroom, brushing her hair and her teeth quickly before she came back to her room, smiling at August still in his towel. How had she managed to snatch him up? But with the shower, and her clean teeth, and all the sex, and the feel of clean sheets on her legs when she crawled into bed, she felt so exhausted. A deep sigh left her. "Sure you're not going to sleep over?" she teased from the pillow. The dim light from the hallway made it possible to see the smile stretched across her face so he knew she was kidding. Though she knew he would be leaving soon, dawn just a couple hours away, she moved so she was curled against him. One arm draped over him, comforted by him being so close as she fell asleep. Usually she was alone in this bed as she drifted off, but it was nice when she wasn't. "When will I see you again?" she asked, her head rested against his shoulder. Though her voice was sleepy, she wouldn't let herself fall until he answered.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 8, 2012 8:27:50 GMT -5
August shut his eyes when she dried his hair. Another first.. He stayed mostly stiff for it, the action a little too close to making him a domestic man. It was one thing for him to do those sorts of things to her, but reciprocation felt awkward at best for the man. It felt nice, despite his stiffness.
He watched her dress and then leave. He removed his towel and draped it over her closet door knob, and sat on the bed waiting for her return. He could hear her brushing her teeth and when she walked back in he was able to clearly see the difference in her straight, long red hair. She had obviously combed it, and he felt disappointed. There was something sexy about it look wild and mangled.
As she snuggled under the covers he moved alongside, convincing himself he was doing it simply for her. He didn't care about it, it was what she wanted and needed, just as she had needed his rough hand earlier. August didn't like thinking he needed it as much as she. It was easier to pretend than to change his thought process an admit things he swore he would never admit; that deep down he was starting to really like this one.
"Sure you're not going to sleep over?" she teased from her pillow and he raised a brow at her. He could see the playfulness in her eyes even in the dark bedroom and when she curled close he cradled her in his arm, her light scent exhilarating him as he lay there. "Perhaps another night." He teased back, his nose nuzzled in her wet hair. She felt nice in his arm, her skin so soft and delicate. Such a contrast to his own.
"When will I see you again?" He could hear how tired she was in the way she spoke and he sighed, quiet for a moment. Would he return the following evening? He wanted to. Desperately. Which he knew meant he should not. He needed to take a break from his new drug or he would become heavily addicted, and August did not condone addictions. He had enough.
"Monday." He offered softly. "You'll need to rest tomorrow. Now sleep." His voice was commanding but gentle at the same time. Soon he was able to hear the difference in her breathing, her body a dead weight. Ever so gently he untangled himself from her and rolled out of the bed, taking great care not to jostle her too much. He took a final look at her, reaching down and brushing the hair from her face with his fingers, combing through the red cascading waterfall. She really was beautiful.. He had to go, though. Dawn was on the horizon and he made his way downstairs, dressing and then leaving, feelings of lust and confusion weighing him down.
He had a problem on his hands.
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