Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#8097 Fri, Aug 1, 2:27PM PST
~~He didn't even pause to wonder this time, where he was. He knew. And he felt just fine...better even, after reaching up to run a finger over a stubble-covered cheek. Well, slightly better, before something dug into the flesh of his upper thigh, and he remembered his first meeting with his mother...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#8167 Fri, Aug 1, 2:31PM PST
*One gray eye opens at the touch on his face....He closes it again, more alert than usual but still not -quite- ready to be a productive member of society.... He thinks about several things, then settles on the mildest of them, a soft* G'mornin'....

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#8257 Fri, Aug 1, 2:39PM PST
*...This morning is still different than others in the last few days..... He thinks about mother-in-law jokes, wondering if they didn't have some basis in fact... He then marvels at the fact that he speculated on the possibility of- he opens his eyes for a glimpse of malachite and alabaster, hoping to get back to his pleasent, half-aware state*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#8331 Fri, Aug 1, 2:47PM PST
~~A small smile touches pale rose-colored lips, as he momentarily forgets the whatever-it-is jammed into his hip. ~~ G'morn'n Beej. ~~ And crazily, impulsively, he tilts his head to the side and gives him a tiny kiss on the cheek, just enjoying that he -can-.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#8362 Fri, Aug 1, 2:50PM PST
~~Fully awake this morning, he finds that his jeans are still damp around the waistband, and resolves to scrounge up a better pair somewhere. Later... And as grey eyes open again, that becomes -Much- later...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#8411 Fri, Aug 1, 2:54PM PST
*The peck brushes some of the worries from his mind, his lips quirking into a sembalance(sp?) of the looney grin from the eve before, his arms tightening a bit* Wha'wuzzat f'r? Y'feelin' b'tter? *A faint mental wince, wondering if he should've brought it up...*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#8476 Fri, Aug 1, 3:00PM PST
((I was working on another Letter.)) *Not knowing about the humidity levels of Neets' pants, content to peer into marigold eyes when his own will remain open.... He's already vowed to do something about the trousers, but it's on a post-it, lost somewhere on his mental bulliten board.... *

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#8506 Fri, Aug 1, 3:03PM PST
~~He shrugs, a hard thing to do when you're lying down.~~ Cause'a'can... ~~A slight tightening at the corners of his mouth, but no frowning.~~ Allus feel bett'r roun'ja... ~~The tiny cold voice wonders when he became so sappy, but he ignores it rather well.~~ ((*grins* Goody! *Will read anything Elvis writes. Encourages others to do the same.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#8572 Fri, Aug 1, 3:09PM PST
((*Chortles* *Is encouraged* *Continues writing* *Realizes they were playing 12 hours ago* *Snickers*)) Thought so... *A small laugh* Y'do...? I th'nk tha's good..... *A soft sigh, more like a slow breath out* I din't....she... *He closes his eyes and holds the younger man a little more firmly, pressing face closer, murmuring against smooth cheek* I's kinna w'rried....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#8626 Fri, Aug 1, 3:16PM PST
~~Another stray thought, this one straight ((*snicker*)) from Hormone Central, indicates to him that they might dry better if he didn't have them on...or did something to heat them up... Reminding himself that he DOES want to leave the bed at some point today, he firmly squelches that one.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#8703 Fri, Aug 1, 3:23PM PST
~~Shivering, not at all unpleasantly, at the feel of warm breath tickling his face, he's quite content to listen to the sleepy murmurings.~~ M'glad y't'ink s'good. Can't 'elp't. ~~Sighing, almost in unison.~~ A'don' lik'er Beej...don' trus'er... ((*grins giddily and awaits*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#8796 Fri, Aug 1, 3:31PM PST
((*Grins* *Works as fast as she can, for Reese*)) Y'don.... *More of a statement than a question, recalling that 'What part of the side of beef is tastiest?' look, a frown rumpling his face briefly....He brushes lips against the fair plane* Me either... f'r either thing....

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#8860 Fri, Aug 1, 3:36PM PST
((*Giggles*)) *A small thought caroms off of various nerve clusters, lodging in the small bit of his brain that is awake... Having run on his brainstem long enough, he convinces the idea to go away.... or at least, quit being so insistent...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#8862 Fri, Aug 1, 3:37PM PST
Y'ain't ev'n try'n t'git up, are'ya Beej? ~~Delicate face lit by the warmth of a smile that would startle him if he could see it, he runs his fingers through hair that even now bears a suspiscious likeness to a certain yellow hat.~~ She sure ain't wh't'a 'xpect'd... ((*laugh* Don't worry, I'll wait...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#8918 Fri, Aug 1, 3:41PM PST
~~He ponders the thought of trudging outside and making use of those gawd-awful privies, then decides it isn't -that- important...and besides that, it would mean leaving this little world of safety he's been building...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9006 Fri, Aug 1, 3:46PM PST
Well... I s'pose I could drag my carcass outta this rather comfy spot... We were gonna go t' the library, weren't we? *He manages to get his eyes to open, focus and blink once or twice without giving into temptation to just.....stay.......shut.......Another series of blinks at that beatific smile, matching it with little effort, tipping his head up into the hand in his hair* Wasn't what I 'spected, either... 'Course, I didn't -know- what t' expect....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9086 Fri, Aug 1, 3:53PM PST
~~He yawns, stretching lazily against the trader.~~ Ain't s'mport'n re'lly... ~~Pale digits continue their absent stroking of the dark locks.~~ Din' know neith'r... But't wa'n't 'ER!

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9180 Fri, Aug 1, 3:59PM PST
*He ponders the possibilities of ever getting tired of staying right where he is.... He figures that he wouldn't, as he'd probably eventually -have- to get up....a few more idle thoughts wander along, none of them very interesting...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9257 Fri, Aug 1, 4:04PM PST
~~Sighing his unaccustomed happiness, he manages to sit up, the tin in his pocket making it rather uncomfortable for him to rest on it any longer. Managing to pull it out, he examines it, hoping he didn't damage the thing overnight. ~~ Wass'is Beej? Y'gav't t'me las' n'ght...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9314 Fri, Aug 1, 4:08PM PST
No, didn't 'spect her a-tall... *He makes a happy little noise as Neets stretches against him, reaching up to brush a few strands of aventurine hair from that delicate face* If it's not important.... *He lets the bland sentence trail off...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9366 Fri, Aug 1, 4:12PM PST
~~He shrugs, still turning the tin over in his hands, his smile still soft.~~ Guess'ya can't pick'n'choose yer' fam'ly, eh?

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9388 Fri, Aug 1, 4:13PM PST
That? *He cranes his neck to peer at the little ovoid tin* Oh... 'S gotta silly name, Marvin's Myst'ry Balm, 'r somethin'..... *A soft laugh, his smile taking on a wicked edge* You'll like it.... ((It's the orange-cinnamon stuff... *Grin* *Sniggers at the dimbulb bit*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9420 Fri, Aug 1, 4:16PM PST
Nope, y'can't...which is kinda sad..... *A semi-sigh and as good a shrug as he can manage*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9435 Fri, Aug 1, 4:17PM PST
~~Looking over, he smiles, popping the top with deft fingers and sniffing experimentally. The scent, stronger when not spread over those well-loved (did he just think that?) lips, is stronger, but he recognizes it and blushes unaccountably.~~ A'like th's stuff...s'nice smell'n... ((*laugh* I have DimBulb Radar! *giggle*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9498 Fri, Aug 1, 4:20PM PST
Yeah...but that don' mean'ya can't pick'n'choose 'o'ya git close'ta. ~~A half-smile lifts one corner of his mouth.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9523 Fri, Aug 1, 4:22PM PST
I know... 'S why I got it.... *He grins, the slyness fading a little, inordinately pleased that -he- was not blushing this time.... A sudden thought strikes him, but it just softens his grin....*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9590 Fri, Aug 1, 4:26PM PST
How very true, Neets.... *Surprise blinking across his face, as he was thinking something similar... He passes it off as coincedence, choosing to brush at the deep peridot hair again*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9596 Fri, Aug 1, 4:27PM PST
~~Dabbing a finger in it, he smooths a bit over his lower lip, the one he's constantly biting, wincing as it first stings then numbs the cuts. The blush fading, he looks up and narrows his eyes speculatively.~~ Mebbe a'shou'd test't out'r'summth'n...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9648 Fri, Aug 1, 4:30PM PST
~~He snorts, not unkindly, brushing his head against the hand in his hair.~~ Don' t'ink w're gonna git't th'l'brary...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9708 Fri, Aug 1, 4:34PM PST
Hmm? *He raises a brow, distracted from distraction* Might not be a bad idea... wouldn't wanna go along not knowing y'got part of a bad batch, Neets..... *He simply lies there, waiting to see...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9748 Fri, Aug 1, 4:38PM PST
~~A familiar loopy grin takes root, and he leans down, hands flat on either side of Beej.~~ 'ate fer th't t'appen... ~~A kiss, by no means chaste or quick, is bestowed...all in the name of science you know...~~ ((Hassa go pretty soon, for an hour or so...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9763 Fri, Aug 1, 4:39PM PST
I don't think we are, either... *If he's heartbroken, he sure hides it well...* ((*Takes back a smidgen of her last post* I come up with odd things for Laurie's tag, like, ''Guns are like friends, but better...You can put guns back together''...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9797 Fri, Aug 1, 4:42PM PST
~~Running his tongue over lips that aren't his own, he becomes -certain- they aren't going to make it to the library before it closes...and he's just -crushed-...really.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9817 Fri, Aug 1, 4:43PM PST
*He happily throws himself into the role of reseach assistant, his other hand coming up, fingers entwining in the young man's ivy-hued locks, now even more loathe to pry himself from the scene of repose...*((You do? 'Kay.... Fade or pause?))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#9866 Fri, Aug 1, 4:46PM PST
~~Half-tempted to just let himself drop, he refrains, managing a nifty little move whereby he lands on his side and pulls the trader with him...without once breaking lip-lock we might add. ~~ ((*grins at Neets and Beej* Um...I'd say fade...*snigger*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#9974 Fri, Aug 1, 4:54PM PST
*-That- was sneaky... He just puts his coherent...well, -mostly- coherent, as he was just a bit sleep-dogged when this started...again...So, he isn't thinking much about the mechanics of things as he enthusiastically reaches for those teeth, cautious but not as wary as before...... He stretches and worms a foot around to tickle at the sole of Neets' foot...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10033 Fri, Aug 1, 4:58PM PST
~~Giggling muffled by the play of tongues results from the tickling of his foot, and in retaliation he reaches back, scraping one fingernail lightly over an area on Beej's back that he learned the fun way was -more- than sensitive.~~ ((*Ponders that this C, who wasn't supposed to HAVE sex, dammit, is better off in that department than she'll ever be. Whines.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10109 Fri, Aug 1, 5:04PM PST
((*Sympathizes with Reesa* *Snivels to self*)) Mmpph! *His exclamation a little more than prevented from becoming a real word, he draws his foot back up...which moves his knee... His toes press against the curve of slender calf, the lines of scars feeling a touch odd.... Hands drift to shoulders from hair...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10162 Fri, Aug 1, 5:07PM PST
~~Keeping his satisfied grin to himself, his fingers dance away from the spot, amazement still ringing in the back of his mind that he can -do- this... Amazement however, is soon won over by a rush of hormones, and his own legs find interesting places to rest...~~ ((*whimpers softly at Elvis.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#10260 Fri, Aug 1, 5:14PM PST
((*Waves to Nathan Quidd, grinning sheepishly* *Concerned Look* What'samatter, Reesa? )) *A soft, thoroughly false snort as that hand wanders away, thoughts of the library dispelled completely.... One hand moves to trace the fineboned face while the other wanders, tiptoeing along the lyrical curve of chest to hip...encountering a crinkling of paper...and..Fade to Black...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#10302 Fri, Aug 1, 5:18PM PST
~~Taking a care not to graze the man's shoulder this time, his lips transfer their attention there, his agile hands straying to...never you mind! Voyeur!~~ ~~FADED and GONE~~ ((*grin* Nothing...See you at 6:30 or so? Mail me if not...*grins and poofs*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#18630 Sat, Aug 2, 1:44AM PST
~~No yawning this time, just the abrupt passage from a dream involving oranges, cinnamon, a tall woman who kept trying to net him and a person who alternately shifted between wearing a dress and pants, eating ice cream...all in all, he wasn't overly perplexed at leaving the images behind...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#18687 Sat, Aug 2, 1:49AM PST
*Never having really gone back to sleep, just staying in that wonderful semi-alert state that he adores, he simply floats a little closer to 'awake'... myriad, fantastic images flit through his mind, but they're mostly memories of desert landscapes, shimmering under cruel sun...he blandly logs the fact that he's thirsty....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#18720 Sat, Aug 2, 1:51AM PST
~~The sudden thought that he's been sleeping an -awful- lot of late comes to mind, followed by a few less-than-wholesome flickers of what he's been doing that makes him so tired. After less than no consideration, he decides it's a fair trade. Unaware of the trader's semi-alert state, he slips out of bed, taken with the unaccountable need for a drink of some kind...funny... he didn't think he was thirsty...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#18772 Sat, Aug 2, 1:56AM PST
Hmmm...? *He opens his eyes and turns in Neets' direction as he slips away, curious...* Wh't time'izzit? *Yawn....stretch...but no move to leave....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#18802 Sat, Aug 2, 1:59AM PST
~~He glances down, then remembers his 'fader is safely left on that table by the window.~~ Dunno...n'ght... Y'th'rsty?

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#18869 Sat, Aug 2, 2:07AM PST
((*Thinks: A Fan!* *Is, as always, odd*)) I dunno, Neets... Think so.... *A grin flashes across his face* An' now I getta ask the hundred-dollar question.... Where're my clothes -now-...? *If he's reprimanding him for hiding his shirt again, you wouldn't know it...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#18897 Sat, Aug 2, 2:10AM PST
~~Smiling a little, he pours them both glasses of water from the pitcher on the table.~~ Eh...dunno. Unner' t'bed a't'ink. Mebbe at t'foot, unner t'blank'ts.

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#18953 Sat, Aug 2, 2:16AM PST
*He laughs, softly, shaking his head at a thought...* Though I suppose, given our record so far, it'd be useless to get dressed again? *He pokes around at the foot of the bed anyways, fair to rather distracted by the sight of Neets pouring the water...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#18983 Sat, Aug 2, 2:19AM PST
~~He laughs a little, but a faint blush could be seen to rise on the back of his neck if one were looking.~~ A'dunno...y'wanna go downstairs'r'summth'n? ~~He seats himself on the edge of the bed, one slim leg tucked under him as he hands the glass over. ~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19033 Sat, Aug 2, 2:26AM PST
*He takes the water from Neets, realizing that he -is- thirsty, now, prefacing his next words with a good swallow of the melded hydrogen and oxygen and the return of that easy smile...* I don't care... After the last couple of evenings down there, I am wondering who -else- we might run into.... Your dad? Mine? Ralph, who runs the bakery on fourteenth and G in Niah'tleks? *Shrugs* I'll go if you want....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19067 Sat, Aug 2, 2:30AM PST
~~He looks down at his water, frowning.~~ Eh...d'rath'r be up 'ere wit'you an'way... ~~He does not mention his mother, or Carrot...but he does retain a faintly...puzzled?...hurt?...look after the frown eases.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19110 Sat, Aug 2, 2:36AM PST
*He sighs at the frown, wishing those stupid words would behave themselves, once in a while, a wince and a frown of his own crinkling his features* Sorry..... *In an effort to lighten the mood, pleased by the thought that Neets would want to hang arund him...* Actually, Ralph wouldn't be too bad to run into, he'd probably have a box of donuts or something....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19156 Sat, Aug 2, 2:43AM PST
S'not'cher fa'lt... ~~He forces a smile, fingernail idly scratching over his bare leg as he drinks some of the water.~~ Don'ts? Wou'dn't be s'bad... ~~He seems to consider for a moment.~~ What'a re'lly wan' tho? S'some chick'n. The spicy kin'...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19167 Sat, Aug 2, 2:45AM PST
*He conteplates the hair, the colour of atacamite (A rock found near malachite, darker than malachite) and the way it looks when the light hits it.... He firmly concentrates on his water and his half-drempt desert thoughts...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19176 Sat, Aug 2, 2:47AM PST
~~Oddly enough, especially for him, he doesn't seem all that uncomfortable, sitting there nude. He should, and would, if he were giving it a real thought, but for the time being, he's content to just let the somewhat cooler night air wash over his skin.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19221 Sat, Aug 2, 2:54AM PST
((*Sniggers at the dimbulb* *Snickers at herself as she rearranges 'atacamite' into 'catamite'* *has poor eyesight, too* *Likes the name for SpeedLight 12*)) Spicy chicken? *Brows rise as he contemplates this, finishing off his water....He doesn't recall when the glasses and pitcher were placed on the table* I... *Shakes his head at himself, reminding himself not to let concern make him sound apathetic* We could go find some. *He chews at his lower lip, watching the nail scratch along leg, waffling over saying anything else about last night*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19255 Sat, Aug 2, 3:01AM PST
((*Would like a soda and fries with ranch dressing* *Is a messy eater, too*)) *Not really caring about his state of undress, partially becasue of the sheet he's mostly under and partly because modesty wan't a big part of his training, his eyes drifting towards a familiar-looking heap of fabric in a corner... So -that- was where his pants had gotten to...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19262 Sat, Aug 2, 3:02AM PST
~~He shakes his head, half afraid, for a second, that if they stray too far out of this room, all of it will fade away... That's before he smacks himself firmly upside the proverbial head and repeats ten times that that would be silly.~~ Nah...ain't th't 'ungry...jus' one'a the few t'ings a'like eatin'. ~~He winces a bit as a jagged edge on his nail catches on one of the scars, thus reminding him that his own mother not only -knew-, but probably -wanted- them there... Something passes over his face, a shadow of anger and hurt.~~ ((*laugh* *sniggers too loudly* *Just washed the smudges from her glasses.* *Nods* *Wonders what the name is...*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19273 Sat, Aug 2, 3:04AM PST
~~Modesty isn't really the issue, more that he feels more vulnerable without a layer of cloth between himself and the rest of the world. And he knew right where Beej's pants were, having tossed them there rather adroitly earlier.~~ ((*Feels better.* *Also has buffalo wings, hence Neets' craving for them.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19306 Sat, Aug 2, 3:11AM PST
*He laughs, suddenly, thinking they sound like two shy teenagers, trying to get through their very first ever date* Whatever, whatever... I leave it up to you, Neets. I'm just as happy to stay here and talk, or sit and stare at you, or go down for a bite to eat...*Another thought flickers vaugely in the back of his mind at his last comment, his merriment melting back into concern at the little wince and the unhappy expression...wanting to see that lunatic grin, again...* It...Last night really bothered you, didn't it? *Asked quite gently*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19337 Sat, Aug 2, 3:15AM PST
~~With a slight shrug, he unfolds his leg, which seems to be falling asleep, and lays back on the bed, a pillow stuck under his head as he contemplates the cracks in the ceiling.~~ Nah...s'ma own fa'lt an'way... ~~The blush creeps around to his face as 'sit and stare at you' becomes one of the options.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19350 Sat, Aug 2, 3:17AM PST
((*Laughs* *Has two slices of cold sausage pizza in the fridge, is considering another glass of ice water* The title is: ''Mommy! Uh, mom? Eek...'')) *He smirks inwardly, recalling the whereabouts of a certain, scroungy pair of old black jeans.... He wonders if his 'fader is under the bed again, espying it in time to answer that question.... A complete lack of any kind of plumbing helped foster an early loss of self-conciousness...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19364 Sat, Aug 2, 3:19AM PST
~~He doesn't even bother to look around for his clothing, figuring he can get it traded back to him for a kiss if he really needs it...and not planning on going anywhere that he would.~~ ((*grin* NOTHING like cold pizza...*Is reading it now* *giggles*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19407 Sat, Aug 2, 3:24AM PST
((*Giggles like the Demon-spawned GM that she -Is-(n't)* *Idly wonders if one should make snap judgements at 2:30 A.M* *Remembers that she usually signs guestbooks at 2:30* *Pays attention to her RP*)) Not all of it.... *He allows his eyes to slip over the supine youth, lingering the longest on his face* She didn't have to yell at you, or ask nosy questions.... *He rearranges a blanket and his pillow, propping himself against the headboard, reaching for one of Neets' hands* She was pretty much a stranger, y'know, so your reaction was probably just normal....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19435 Sat, Aug 2, 3:29AM PST
~~He gives his hand over easily, fingers squeezing the trader's.~~ She's m'Ma..don' th't coun' fer summthin? A'mean...ain't I s'pos'd t'trust 'er? ((*blinks* *ponders* Whatcha thinkin' 'bout oh Wonderous GameMistress?))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19455 Sat, Aug 2, 3:32AM PST
((*Nods* *Grins* Or rocky road, which I am in short supply of. *Pouts*)) *He forgets about clothing, wanting nothing more at the moment than to make? help? get the porcelain-skinned, dioptase (another mineral, a silicate. Yep, I -do- have my Eyewitness Rocks and Minerals book out...*grin*)-haired lad back to a more cheerful state of mind....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19484 Sat, Aug 2, 3:38AM PST
~~Turning over on his side, he moves his other hand up, to cup around the trader's.~~ ((*laugh* I have that book I think... Awwww...Rocky Road...*ponders the possibility of having a bowl of black cherry vanilla with chocolate sauce...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19499 Sat, Aug 2, 3:40AM PST
((Erm... *Blushes* Just a test of my maniacal laughing capabilities? *Sheepish, that portion of the post having been waaaay late* Don't worry about it, I haven't done anything evil, yet...*innocent grin*)) *Lacing his fingers through his lover's, a corner of him delighted to consider him that, returning the squeeze* Yeah, she is.... I don't know. It's not like it was your fault that you couldn't remember what's happened to you... *A smallish sigh, a thoughtful frown...* I don't know! I wish I did... Trust is...is an earned thing, isn't it? I mean.... *He smiles now, looking over and down a little* Look at where you are, now....

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#19528 Sat, Aug 2, 3:47AM PST
*He doesn't move, except to settle a little lower against the things propping him up when Neets' hand curls around their grasp... He ponders this development, but still keeps quiet, just looking....* ((*Grins* All I have to do is flip through it 'til I see green rocks.... Voilá! a synonym for 'green'. *Wonders if black cherry vailla is good* *Mulls Cookies 'n' Cream with Cocoa Krispies*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19541 Sat, Aug 2, 3:50AM PST
Ain't th't. A'dunno Beej. S'my fa'lt a'guess, fer makin' assumptions 'bout someb'dy I don' know... Mebbe I kinda... ~~Sheepish, his voice lowers~~ ...b'ilt 'er up inta'summat she ain't..n'm jus' dis'point'd that she ain't w'at' I 'op'd fer? ~~He does look, a true sense of almost childlike wonder seizing him.~~ A'know... I... ~~He leaves it there though, shaking his head.~~ ((*laugh* Yet...oh deary me...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21 Sat, Aug 2, 4:04AM PST
((*Suddenly thinks of a use for one of her lesser-known Cs, but it's not necessarily evil...* Hum... *Laughs at Reesa's 'Oh deary me'* I'll be evil soon enough... *Cheery grin*)) *He lets his free hand wander along Neets' arm, following the precise scars with breezey strokes* Maybe.... I mean, she looked pleasent enough, in that picture.... *Shrugs, not knowing if he's helping or making things worse as he blunders along* You couldn't've known, anyhow.... I guess...I think what I mean is don't be too hard on yourself...? *A small, amused 'huff'* I.... *He screws up his face, shaking away sudden, terribly complicated thoughts that he -really- doesn't want to muddy up this time with* I was kinda disappointed, too... *He smiles, again, lifting his free hand and forming it into a 'gun', letting his voice drop to the bottom of his range* Ring the bell, or else... *He runs the hand over the milky green tresses, the smile staying and that song pouring out again...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#68 Sat, Aug 2, 4:11AM PST
S'not jus' t'picture... S'long's a'kin 'member...s'been m'whole reas'n fer'...fer' stickin' 'round. Y'know? ~~ A soft note strikes on the last word, and seems to take control of his voice, as though he were admitting that he's some sort of mass murderer. ~~ M'fam'ly's s'pos'd t'be...ev'ryt'in' t'streets w'ren't? ~~ A cautious foray into analyzation.~~ S'pos'd't...'ell, ferget't. A'dunno. Sho'd'a 'xpect'd't t'be like th't. Dunno... ~~ He does know something though, something he can't quite find the words for just yet...something that makes every inch of his skin tingle at the light touching of his hair.~~ ((*grins* Uh-oooooh...which C, or should I let myself be surprised?))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#78 Sat, Aug 2, 4:13AM PST
*He absently wriggles his toes, a method of returning the smile to Neetles' face coming and going.... He recalls that tickling is easily overdone*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#84 Sat, Aug 2, 4:13AM PST
((Unless it ate YOUR response, I don't think you got this one.)) ~~Still silent for now, he eyes their clasped hands, then lifts them and settles them over his shoulder, letting go as he moves to rest his head above a steadily-beating heart...~~ ((*laugh* *It is.* *Sounds...interesting...*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#144 Sat, Aug 2, 4:23AM PST
((Mmm, I don't know if you've seen her... Trinity Cavendish. She may as well be brandnew, I've played her, like, twice. )) Oh...*a slow nod, understanding what he means, even though he's never been in those particular shoes...* Makes sense to me.... I almost never know what to expect, from anyone or any...thing, situation, town.... First time I went to Kerth, I figured that a sea-side town would be cooler than the desert, so I bought a coat.... A down-filled coat.... Kerth is in the flipping -tropics-... *A soft chuckle at his expense, followed by a small sigh* I just want you to feel better... *He continues his smoothing of the deep tourmaline hair, brushing his thumb across forehead on occasion...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#221 Sat, Aug 2, 4:37AM PST
~~He manages a faint smile at the anecdote, and a slightly more realistic one at the brush of thumb over skin.~~ Good. Cause't don' make sense t'me somet'mes... ~~With a snort, he amends that.~~ Mos' times. ~~His answer is as sincere as he can make it...which is rather earnest.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#267 Sat, Aug 2, 4:44AM PST
'S strange, Neets.... *The path of his hand expands to trace the planes and angles of the young man's face, the half-awake feeling threatening to overtake him again...* Ever since I met you, stuff that wouldn't make sense does.... An' stuff that did... *shrug* Some of it doesn't, anymore, but I couldn't tell you what.... *The smile makes him feel worlds better, a foot sneaking slowly towards Neetles'...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#352 Sat, Aug 2, 4:58AM PST
~~Briefly considering the possibility of living in this bed, in this room...anything, as long as he doesn't lose the feeling he has right now, his smile brightens.~~ Noth'n makes sense t'me n'more Beej. Ev'n t'stuff't -does-... ~~Brows creasing at the apparent lack of logic in that sentence, he carefully considers it again and decides that -was- what he meant after all.~~ I...I...re'lly ain't 'ungry y'know... ~~He sighs, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying the fluttery, half-addled feeling that permeates his mind.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#364 Sat, Aug 2, 5:00AM PST
((*Sternly admonishes all servers to behave*)) *He tightens his grasp, holding Neets as close to him as he can.... The overlying smells of orange and cinnamon, the fainter scent rising from the hair just a little below his nose conspiring to awken him, just a bit...that little salacious voice hinting at equally salacious ideas...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#391 Sat, Aug 2, 5:05AM PST
~~He makes a quiet, not unpleased sound as he is pulled closer, glad to accomodate.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#415 Sat, Aug 2, 5:08AM PST
*A soft laugh, reassured, now, that this delightful creature under his arm is -indeed- feeling better...His hand never pausing in its travels* Sort of like that last sentence, though I understood you.... I don't think this is supposed to make sense, whatever it is.... *He cocks his head and manages, somehow, to put a gentle kiss on the young man's forehead* I sorta didn't think so, Neets, since we've made little to no progress towards getting dressed....*He leaves the 'again' off, but it's implied, Beej's smile gaining an air of naughtiness...*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#449 Sat, Aug 2, 5:15AM PST
((*Knows of only 'Song Two' by Blur...* *Sniggers, wondering if 'Woo-hoo' isn't apropos...* I don't know... Mayhaps the Empire's newspaper/feed/station/etc., or maybe The Bertwillian Free Press... *Shrugs* That'd add to the plot!)) *The foot finally arrives, merely poised to tickle...or move higher, depending upon its owner's mood.... Said owner rumbles a bit at the pleased little sound, wondering if the lech in his head is going to win again... A development that wouldn't pain him -too- greatly...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#456 Sat, Aug 2, 5:15AM PST
~~Ducking his head as he blushes once more, mind filled rather suddenly and unnacountably with...er...interesting...thoughts, he answers.~~ Wh'tev'r t'is... ~~Once again dropping, this time the tone puzzled.~~ Ev'n tho' a'keep gett'n 'unches... ~~Smiling happily now, reasonably secure in the knowledge that he isn't going to have to leave the bed anytime soon, he merely smirks.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#488 Sat, Aug 2, 5:21AM PST
~~He considers doing something wicked with his teeth, wondering at the sudden influx of...thoughts...yes, we'll call them that. The rumbling sets off the urge to hear that growling sound again, and soon, and he stirs himself, moving till he has the ability to reach those lips he's deciding he likes rather a lot...and then making full and complete use of them. ~~ ((*Also knows only of Song Two* Ooooh...nifty! *grin* *yawn* You as tired as I am?))((Ack! I was just WATCHING 'I want you!'))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#511 Sat, Aug 2, 5:25AM PST
*There's the blush again.... He snickers softly* I'm glad I'm not the only one that blushes around here.... *This murmured kindly, to buy time as he ponders his bedmate's words....That funny chill grips him, tweaking his stomach in a not-so-bad way...He manages to keep from shivering, though his voice is just as quiet as Neetles'* Hunches? Care to share, Sherlock? *No demand, no malice, nothing but mild curiosity and an affection that has been there before, but harder to hear... He traces the smirking lips with a lazy finger, still, well...beaming.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#538 Sat, Aug 2, 5:31AM PST
~~Drawing back from the kiss, he looks away, skin pinking in the early morning not-light. All of it...~~ Dunno Beej... ~~WHY, oh why, does his voice seem to fail him at times like this? Returned is the faint whisper, hoarse and...no. His voice does -not- tremble. It's simply not allowed.~~ Mebbe... ~~A last protest of that cold voice, and then all in a rush.~~ I love ya' s'all...a't'ink...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#559 Sat, Aug 2, 5:36AM PST
~~Gulping in a great lungful of air, he squirms a little, cursing himself for saying that, noting how that tingle in his chest seemed to spread out and cover his whole body as the words left his mouth...~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#588 Sat, Aug 2, 5:42AM PST
((*Once again, rails at the fact that Neets didn't TELL her he was going to say that.* *Is getting awfully miffed with chracters that don't stick to the script.* *Is getting a dirty look from this short green-haired guy.* *Is WORRIED.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#597 Sat, Aug 2, 5:44AM PST
((*Smacks self* Gah, I -thought- that was a kiss! Oh, no, my smart little brain hasta say, nah, t'wernt...*Sighs* *Attepts to fix*)) *The rumble that started up when the kiss began trails off, those words helping to silence him.... For a good while, he simply tries to breathe and sort out his suddenly jumbled feelings....maybe he should put one aside in favor of the other, yes...He suddenly recalls that breathing is more vital than his muddled mental state and drags in a ragged breath...* Oh. *This near-soundless syllable is accompanied by another raspy wheeze of air... Somewhere, something in him -shifts-, an unexpected (and new) sensation drifts through him..... His face, having been blanked by shock, is overwhelmed by a blissful-pleased expression, his arms holding fast to Neets, lips finding their way back to an ear, where, upon the barest thread of air...* I....I do love you.....

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#623 Sat, Aug 2, 5:50AM PST
((It's Jewel, now, yippee... *The flatness which accompanies this smooth as a sheet of glass* *Sighs at Beej* *Sympathizes with Reesa*)) *That odd tingle must be catching, because it's trying to carry his limbs off to the nether regions of the room... Thanks, but he'd rather not have his arm and his pants both under the bed....So he just holds onto Neets.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#627 Sat, Aug 2, 5:50AM PST
~~He winces at the pause in sound, drawing a little away, emotionally if not physically, bracing himself for the expected blow. And so, he himself is utterly and completely taken aback by the whisper of admission. Actually, he's forced to admit...he'd have been surprised anyway...not really expecting the affection to be returned. Doubts niggle at him, and he feels no guilt over squashing them unmercifully in his haste to kiss one Blackwater Jones again, quite thouroughly now that you mention it.~~ ((*laugh* Not a problem.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#647 Sat, Aug 2, 5:54AM PST
~~Oh yes, that tingle...more of a squeezing of his innards..no...that's wrong too...a floating feeling. But then that changes. He gives up, after a moment or two, trying to catalog his physical reactions to those risque words, beyond 'Oh my, doesn't -that- feel nice!'.~~ ((*snorts* *Liked the Sheryl Crow that was on after her though.* *Just plain likes Sheryl Crow.* *snorts at characters.* *Gets glared at again.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#657 Sat, Aug 2, 5:57AM PST
((Sheryl Crow, better...*Grins at Reesa* *Must go soon...*)) *Something else changes, now, after having admitted it to himself -and- Neets...... Aigh, there he goes with the distracting kisses.... He returns the kiss with pleasure, that growl starting up again.... The sole of Neets' foot is ignored in favor of simply entangling their legs again....Lapping fervently at the younger man's mouth, wondering in a far-off department why this feeling of relief....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#653 Sat, Aug 2, 5:56AM PST
((*Grins happily as Duncan Shiek comes on.* *Has a prediliction for men named Duncan.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#674 Sat, Aug 2, 6:01AM PST
((*Cackles madly at Reesa* *-MISSED- the duncan shiek ad* *Cackles again at the thought of the ad's background music (if any)...* You get glared at... He ain't even listening to me! *Likes Sheryl Crow, too* ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#682 Sat, Aug 2, 6:03AM PST
~~So caught up in ignoring his thoughts, he rather misses the 'You've really got something here.' and 'Isn't it odd how the two of you click so well?' Ah well. These can be explored another time. And speaking of exploration...he's certain there must be -something- he hasn't learned about Beej's body yet...and at the promptings of growling and kissing, as well as that delightfully sensuous slide of skin over skin, he sets about learning it...~~ ((*nods* *Also must go soon.* *Is tired.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#684 Sat, Aug 2, 6:04AM PST
((*Gives self sound thrashing* *Has her mind in the gutter* *Thinks it's -probably- Beej's fault* *Blushes*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#695 Sat, Aug 2, 6:05AM PST
Blackwater:((Not an ad, ya doof! *giggle* A song! 'Barely Breathing' or something like that. *frowns and resolves to give Neets a stern talking-to. When he's done making out of course...*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#701 Sat, Aug 2, 6:06AM PST
((*Realizes belatedly that Shiek is a condom brand...* *Cackles in tune with Elvis.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#725 Sat, Aug 2, 6:12AM PST
*Actually, it's probably just as well that they didn't get dressed and go anywhere, after all.... This is a lot more...something...than buffalo wings. He continues his smiling as well as he can, given that someone's mouth is in his way, not to mention those rather toasty hands..... The thought that following those tick marks on Neets' chest might lead to something a little closer than any buried treasure proves too intriguing to pass up, so he squirms towards the foot of the bed, his hands slipping over the scarred alabaster torso....Lower...*Fade to Black*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#740 Sat, Aug 2, 6:16AM PST
((*Laughs at Reesa* *Points to her last OOC post* I like 'Barely Breathing'... The song.... *Giggles, knowing it's late from the quality of her OOC posts*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#746 Sat, Aug 2, 6:17AM PST
~~Food being the last thing to cross his mind at the moment, he lets loose a short, unnintentional gasp of surprise at the path of those hands. X marks the spot after all... His own fingers roam, followed soon enough by his mouth, thinking that this whole floating bit could be -very- interesting in a little while...~~Fade Out~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#757 Sat, Aug 2, 6:19AM PST
Blackwater:((*giggles* I got that, after a bit of thinking...*yawns* Indeed...*grins* The usual routine you know...funfunfun...*hug* *laugh* See you...later? Or something...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#759 Sat, Aug 2, 6:20AM PST
((*Gags at a certain post* *Grins/hugs to Reesa* Another night of being ignored by our Cs comes to a randy close.... *Rolls eyes* Gads.... This was fun!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#769 Sat, Aug 2, 6:21AM PST
Blackwater:((*laugh* Y'know...these guys fade to black an AWFUL lot...*snickers* *Neets is too busy to glare at her right now.* *Sticks out her tongue at him.* Dweeb...I have a SCRIPT you know...*snickers* ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#803 Sat, Aug 2, 6:26AM PST

((*Looks at Chalyss' post and is struck with the sudden, completely dirty thought that Beej and Neets could be making a lot of noise.* *giggles and scampers across the room...to bed...*))

((*grins as NK&BJ disappear and sings the wicked ?Blur song with impunity* ...'girls who like boys who do boys like they're girls'...))