intimacy.

CLAIRE lynette SARACEN beauty queen of only 8teen. SHE'S GIVING THE BOYS WHAT THEY WANT. tries to act so ( n o n c h a l a n t ), afraid to see that she’s lost her direction. she never stays the same for long assuming that she’ll get it wrong. perfect only in her imperfection.

[ohnoballoons]

[httpspaige]

“ disney movie marathon, all the way ! “ paige exclaimed, excitement shining her eyes as she let out a giggle. all ty ever wanted to watch were disney junior shows… he was still too young for the full-length movies, and, god, did paige miss them. ” you want a slice of the pie i just put in the oven ? it’s a pineapple custard pie ;; it’s really good. “ 

[clairexlynette-blog]

“deal,” she nodded with a wide smile. it was nice to have a girl friend to hang out with, especially since it was rare to come across, especially for her. not even her own sisters wanted to spend quality time. “not really a big pie person, honestly.” her dad was, though. one of the only things they didn’t have in common. “but pineapple sounds good. i’m willing to give it a try. do you bake often?”

[scottsfitz]

The more her body pressed against his the more Scott felt himself ache for her. His mind briefly allowing her to go there his muscles constricting a bit at the tickle of her soft touch as he felt her trace his abs with his hands. Unable to pull himself out of whatever fog this had left himself Scott fingers hitched her shirt further up his nails raking down her spine and not stopping there, but sliding further to rest against her ass. After that, the kiss seemed to grow more heated than before as Scott devoured her lips hungrily yearning for more and without a thought he laid a light snack to her ass, squeezing a bit after enjoying the feel of it in his hands and their bodies pressed so tightly together and as that sunk into his mind Scott seemed to come back to himself. As if ice water had been poured down his back Scott seemed to come back to his senses in that very moment. Shaking himself from the bliss that was her lips he pulled away from the blonde his sliding from the small of her back and off of her body to grasp her own from where they were beneath his shirt. Gently he grasped her wrist, pulled them out and away from his body, but instead of simply releasing them and stepping away took the time to lace their finger together as if reassuring Claire that he didn’t stop her actions because of anything she did. silence hung in the air between them. his eyes scanning the soft delicate features of her face once more and after a beat he leaned down again pressing his lips against hers. it was gentle and slow, almost chaste. in a way it was as if he was apologizing for stopping, but on the other hand seemed as if he was memorizing the taste of her lips, and every little detail of how they felt against his own before finally it ended and he began to speak. “If this goes any further right now I won’t be able to stop and as much as I really want to continue this, we gotta slow down. I wanna take time out of my life to know you cause I care about you. Will you let me do that?” He asked her sincerely, before chuckling. “Or at least attempt to do that cause I don’t know how long I can hold out if I’m being honest here.”

[clairexlynette-blog]

Just moments ago, he said that anything between them was never going to happen and now there they were. Holding each other, kissing each other. Hands caressing skin while lips hungrily vied for more. She shivered at the movement of his fingertips on her back, heart racing when she realized his hand had another destination. A soft moan escaped her at the gentle spank; it was unexpected, it was hot. Claire pushed more on her toes to deepen the embrace of their lips and bodies, hands almost mirroring his when she started to lightly scratch his skin, moving lower and lower to the top of his pants.  This was leading down the path of clothes scattered on the floor with heavy panting and sweaty bodies clinging to each other and she was loving every second of it. This was exactly what she wanted. And it was he wanted, too, she knew it, but before she could even sigh his name he came to an abrupt stop,her hands roughly pulled away and--no, no, no, no. What’d she do now? No crying, Claire, don’t cry. Don’t let him see you cry. Silence consumed them and while she wrung her wrists, she waited for him do something, say something. That was answered when his hands took a hold of hers, fingers intertwining. Another kiss. It was sweet and soft, almost innocent in a way but it still sent goosebumps up her spine. He opened his mouth and she was afraid of what he was going to say. Clearly, he changed his mind but she couldn’t handle it in word-form. Already close to tears, to hear it would send her over the edge. What came out instead took her by surprise that she nearly laughed in disbelief; he wanted her still, that much was understood but at the same time he wanted time to know her. Like a gentleman, Claire thought to herself and she didn’t spend much time around his kind. With a deep breath, “Okay,” she agreed, tears welling in her eyes. She nodded her head before taking his face in her palms and bringing him into one more quick kiss because even with those passing seconds she missed his lips. When she pulled away, she connected their eyes, struggling to keep them steady; she was scared.  “This is all new to me. I’ve never--I’ve never had to take it slow before. I’ve never... No one’s ever really wanted to take the time to know me and look. Feel,” she took his hand to place it over her heart, “it’s beating really fast right now because I’m nervous. Because I like you a lot, and it’s.. different.”

[ofcuevas-blog]

“You don’t have to make it up to me; though a Disney movie marathon is very tempting. What do you want to eat?”

[clairexlynette-blog]

“Disney movie marathon it is. Maybe we can take it to a whole ‘nother level and find ourselves making out during ‘Part of Your World.’ That way we’re both winners,” she joked, giving him a quick wink. “Ooh, french fries... Anything with potatoes. Or pizza. Or Chinese. CHINISE.  Or something else I haven’t tried before. Or... french fries.”

[clairexlynette-blog]

"Hey, you wanna buy me some food? I swear I'll make it up to you. Whether it's sex or having a Disney movie marathon, I don't care, I'm just hungry."

[notsobright-on]

Ice Cream {Rhys & Claire}

[notsobright-on]

His hoodie hung off of her small frame adorably, the adjustment strings falling nearly to her knees, the ends of the sleeves passing the ends of her fingertips, one shoulder hanging off almost haphazardly. It was a pleasing sight to see, a girl wearing something of his. Claire wasn’t his girlfriend, but if only for this moment, if any other guy were to look in their direction, he would see her wearing Rhys’s jacket and he would know she was taken. If only for now.

“Maybe caramel?” he mused. Caramel seemed like it’d go good with cashews, right? “Imagine if they had a flavor for every sport. Basketball ice cream… That’d probably taste like straight up Gatorade. And football ice cream? Maybe, like, buttered popcorn and, like, M&Ms. I don’t know. What do you even eat at football games? I haven’t been to many. But what I described just sounded like the movies, not a football game, so that can’t be right.”

Rhys’s stomach knotted. She’d told him to stop; he’d put his foot in his mouth again, it seemed. What had he said this time? When he realized she was teasing, he relaxed if only for a moment before she announced that he was being tested. “Oh, it wasn’t MLB or anything since we don’t have a team… We used to drive an hour and a half out to Kinston to watch the Indians play at Grainger Stadium back before they were sold in 2011. I mainly just loved the atmosphere of it all – y’know, ‘buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks; I don’t care if I ever come back’? –Hey, Cracker Jacks is another baseball food– Didn’t really matter to me who was playing.” He grimaced, thinking he’d failed. “That’s not really what you wanted to hear, huh? Sorry if I disappointed.”

[clairexlynette-blog]

“No... That was perfect, actually. I think that’s just how it is for every sport, though. The feeling of being around people who enjoy the same thing as you and the cheering and hugging the strangers next to you when your team scores another home run, touchdown, three-pointer, whatever.” Claire gave him a reassuring smile, pondering about the irony of not wanting him to try so hard. She’s heard the same about her, but at least he’s trying. That says more about him than everyone else she’s been with. “But I suppose that’s the same as going to the movies? Sitting in the seats with said popcorn and M&Ms and being around the same people who enjoy the scenery in the movie - that’s called cinnamontography or something and the story behind it. How long have you been into film?”

[ofhunt]

             ‘ What ? I have no idea what you are even saying ! ’

[clairexlynette-blog]

“Oh, it is so easy. howmuchwoodcouldawoodchuckchuckifawoodchuckcouldchuckwood.”

[ctrljasminc-deactivated20160923]

“ –– –– No but in all honesty, I’m not trying to be funny or anything but do you ever wonder what Arnold Schwarzenegger sounds like when he’s down in the sheets? Like c'mon, you can’t tell me you don’t think about that.“

[clairexlynette-blog]

“Probably like,” she cleared her throat, using the Kermit the Frog impression she taught herself when she was younger as base for her Arnold, “Unnnnnnnh, gnnnnng. Give iht toh meh noaw! Unnh, unnh.” Claire threw her head back in pure laughter, arms wrapped around her torso as it started to ache. “Deadass though, I once slept with a guy that like to do Owen Wilson impressions in bed.”

[cursingcody-deactivated20160625]

“Tulsi’s comin’ with a Kaloni cuddle!!—” Tulsi facetiously warned, as she hug attacked the other human from behind. As she gripped the other individual, she was soon struck that she had the wrong person. “You are not who I thought you were..and I am SO sorry.”

[clairexlynette-blog]

It was all of a sudden. The person came at full force at her back, enveloping her entire body with their arms. Claire lost her breath, lost her sight and all she imagine behind closed eyelids was a man with long blonde hair, a dark goatee, emerald eyes just like Claire’s and a hand balled into a fist standing behind her. A shrill shriek escaped her and she flailed her arms to get this monster off her back. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME.”

[ofstrvganov-blog]

“– oh, wait, you didn’t see that? man, that was funny. see the guy over there  the pink shirt? totally lost his footing and fell flat on his face, guess i probably should’a been a good citizen or somethin’ and helped him up but i was too busy tryin’ not to laugh, you know? think i bust my gut.

[clairexlynette-blog]

claire stuffed the notepad into the pocket of the skirt to her work uniform and peeked over her shoulder to discover who the mystery falling man was. at the sight of marvin, ( the name gave her the skeevies but since he was her boss she’d have to hear it ore often than she would prefer ) who just moments ago tried to convince her to sleep with him again. ‘for a raise,’ he said. ‘maybe next time,’ she said back. although the next time would happen sooner than she thought. the teenager sputtered out a laugh, wishing that she had a camera to photo op this moment of how cherry red his face was. she couldn’t let her co-workers see her enjoyment. fucking tattle-talers. she brought her attention back to the diner with a grin. “that’s my manager, actually. so don’t worry about it, happens all the time i hear but i’ve never been able to catch it. you’re gonna ahve to give me a heads up next time.” claire took out her notepad and scribbled something on it. “for not being a good citizen and not helping him, how about get them to make you a pie. on me.”

[tfscbastian]

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? Ready, Go.”

[clairexlynette-blog]

“Had a threesome with the varsity quarterback and the football coach behind the scoreboard while still wearing a cheerleading uniform I stole out of the girl’s locker room,” she responded solemnly without indication in her tone that it was indeed a joke.

[jadcd]

    “If you make me spill my wine on the piano, I will murder you.” The blonde states, seated at the sleek piano. Her small fingers wrapped around her glass, sipping the wine with a satisfied hum. That piano was her baby, her pide and joy.

[clairexlynette-blog]

Claire pounded her fingers on the ivory keys, bobbing her head in place as the piece resonated an off-key sound but at the warning, she stopped before sticking her tongue at the other girl. “OOOH, I drink wine and I play the piano and I’m so fancy schmancy, my GOD. I’m not gonna make you spill anything. Just... play Twinkle Twinkle for me.”

[clairexlynette-blog]

hey guys -- i’m back !!

claire’s bio

and we can totally plot. AND THIS GOES FOR KEANU TOO. i just don’t havea bio up for him yet.  i’ll respond to new starters and make one of my own.

[bbczecec]

[ariamontgomeryrpsarchive-deacti]

ofthemoons:

i wish i could’ve known my mother before the world hurt her 

[clairexlynette-blog]

[goodand-gone]