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[gorgeousknightmare-a-blog]

@bexellent [msg - bex]: I thought saying something would make me feel better. But it doesn't, hormones perhaps?

[steenowenssteen-blog]

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Fact was that Kevin was actually sleeping rather comfortably and deeply before the bed next to him started to move - causing a slight stir in him, actually making him wonder who exactly was in the bed next to him.  He couldn’t remember if he was rooming with someone nor could really fathom why they would creep into the bed next to him before brushing it all off as a wickedly vivid dream for as long as he really could.  Reality came crashing in the moment a small hand came smacking across his chest, the sound of a heavily Irish accented voice carrying his name rolled over his ears - waking him up quickly.  “You wake up weird,” a natural comment used as a tool to cover the confusion that filled the entire space of the room. 

[noellefoley]

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Becky froze at the others words, narrowing her eyes a little bit. Letting gaze move to the side, staring out of the corner of her eye and not really daring to turn around just yet. “…Don’t mess with me, Noelle.” accent thick, she might have been a little freaked out, a weight sinking into her stomach, “Is there something there?”

It took everything in her to refrain from laughing at her friend. The look on her face? Absolutely priceless. Of course there was nothing there, but she couldn't help but mess with her --- especially considering Becky had been incredibly freaked out from the start of the evening and she was such an easy target. Backing away and keeping the act up, blue eyes widened in 'fear' as she stammered out, "Y-yes!"

[steenowenssteen-blog]

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Inappropriate, that was the word for it - actually it was the only word for it, but nevertheless here he was nodding at every work the Irish woman was telling him.  If it weren’t so goddamn rude, he’d cut her off and flat out tell her that he really didn’t care - he would’ve but what else could be talked about?  Certainly not the way Kevin was imagining how her breast looked free of confining garments or even about how they would look in the palm of his larger hands, nor would have it been appropriate for him to even be imaging the way the creamy complexion of her skin would look against his own palm.  

A quiet hiss pulled from deep inside of him as his own thoughts continued down a pathway that only screamed of adulterous notions - making the golden band that felt far too tight around his own ring finger.  He wasn’t sure which tightness felt more painful - the one that wrapped about his finger or the one that made his loose fitting trousers feel as through they were 3 sizes too small for his own larger frame.  His head shook quickly, as he knew it was about that time for him to attempt an exit - even more so as one of the production managers passed by them.  His hand instantly shot up before he pointed in the direction the older gentleman had walked into, “I’d love to stay and chat more, but I need to speak to Brian for a moment.”  

Clearly a lie, but how much longer could he stay before Becky ended up beneath him in ways neither of them would expect?  By Kevin’s own calculations?  Not very long. 

[noellefoley]

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This was exactly what Becky needed right now - to actually be able to spend time with Noelle for the first time in what felt like a century. It might have been the only time she felt fortunate to be used to missing the people she wanted to spend time with the most, when they were finally right in front of her again. And hell, she’s skipped out on going back to Florida to be here for this, so she hoped that her friend felt at least kind of the same way. Grabbing at the end of her bright braid and pulling it over her shoulder, the Irish woman waited with an attempt at patience; knowing that the other was running a little late from the warning text.

Having agreed to brodate at a pretty casual place - a steakhouse for ease - the loud and boisterous kind of welcome that Becky gave to seeing her friend finally approaching wasn’t too disruptive. Standing from the stool she’d been seated on, there was a loud “Muffin!” erupt from between grinning mouth, closing the few steps between them and hugging Noelle tight.

New York had always been a place that held her heart. It was her home, it was where she grew up, and where all of her friends lived, but lately? Lately it just felt so...off to her. All of her friends were still in college and working full-time jobs, while Noelle's job typically took up one day out of seven. There was nobody to hang out with at home since her younger brothers were in school and Dewey had moved out to Texas. Needless to say, she'd been ecstatic about Becky coming in for a visit. It was rare that the two got to spend any real time together with their schedules always conflicting.

Running a bit late, the flustered blonde had pushed her way past the crowd of people forming at the door, only to be greeted by the fiery redhead. With a grin reaching ear to ear, arms wrapped around the slightly shorter female, hugging her close with a squeal. "Hey! Hi!" returned in greeting, bouncing a little in her spot, "I'm so happy you're here!"

[alloutassault-blog]

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“Girl, it’s about time I told you that you were straight up killing it out there every Monday night and you kicked ass at SummerSlam. Congratulations, you deserve it.”