DON'T [ private ] YOU [ tinkerbell ] DARE

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[justify][size=9pt]he re-entered and tossed all of the blankets on the bed. when i got cold, i'd curl up with him as a wolf and one of the blankets. unless he didn't want to cos of his whole 'sexual desire' thing that he had going on. when he told me how tall he was, i widened my eyes. six foot five? one foot and one inch taller than me. he asked why i'd asked him, and i responded with the truthful answer.
"i like tall guys; i think they're hot." i liked girls who were shorter than me though - i liked to be able to pick them up, but i also liked being picked up. i liked being able to twirl girls around if i was dancing with them and i liked them to be able to sit in my lap. but i liked guys who were taller than me, guys who could pick me up and whose laps i could sit on and that kind of thing. six foot five was f.ucking tall though.

i stood up, picking up one of the pillows and walking over to the bed, where there were lots of blankets. i dropped the pillow onto it, and then went to grab two other ones, humming. i stepped back over to the bed, dropped the pillows, and jumped onto it, sitting down cross-legged and smiling at jericho. he had hair that looked like it would be fun to ruffle. relatives used to ruffle my hair like i was a puppy, saying stuff like 'aww, i haven't seen you since you were THIS TALL' and 'my goodness, haven't you grown up tall and beautiful? lovely to see you darling!!'. but ruffling long hair was difficult. jericho had nice short hair that stood up. but i didn't think we knew one another well enough for me to be ruffling his hair or anything like that.[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i had been looking down at my feet, but when he asked if six five was tall, i looked up. i smiled lightly and nodded, listening to his explanation as to why he was so tall. his fiance was only five foot... god, that must've made sex either super kinky or pretty difficult. thinking about that was odd. naturally, thinking about other people having sex was weird. okay, change the subject. i replied to him, nodding.
"yeah, six foot five is really tall. i think the average for a man nowadays is like... five foot eleven, five foot ten, that kind of thing. i'm five foot four, which is the average for a woman. but then again, i guess people were just shorter back then." i looked down at the blankets, lightly tracing flowers and cats on the soft fabric. rosemary looked like a little doll to me, with her blonde hair and porcelain skin and brown eyes, and now that jericho said she was so small, it made me think of her as a delicate little girl.

i continued to trace the pictures. when i was younger, and i still did it sometimes nowadays with people who were willing to play, i would have people trace pictures and words onto my back, and i'd have to guess what they were. at first, i was bad at it, taking any shape i couldn't identify as either a smily face, the sun, or a flower, but as i grew older and more experienced, i got better and better until i could have someone write a ten-letter word and i'd be able to tell you what it was. i looked up. maybe i could play that with jericho? like i said earlier, i was a tactile person, and even if he was cold i could sit curled up in a blanket, which would make me a little warmer.
"hey, jericho, if you come sit down, we can play the tracing game." did he know what the tracing game was? likely not. "you have to trace a picture on a person's back, and then that person has to guess what the picture is. it's fun!"[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]//damn straight that's short
i'm ashamed xD

he sat down a few feet away from me, and i climbed off the bed and sat down behind him, smiling although he couldn't see my face. he asked how we played and i frowned in curiosity; hadn't i just told him? maybe he wanted an example.
"well, i hope you're not ticklish..." i muttered, raising a hand and wondering what to draw. i'd done it with friends who had been unbearably ticklish, and every time i gently touched between her shoulder blades, she'd break down laughing and we couldn't play properly. i wasn't ticklish, however, which i was pretty proud of - it meant that nobody could try 'tickle torture' on me. i did it to other people a lot of the time, which was totally unfair, but hey! if i wanted to get something out of them, then tickle torture it was. the name was kind of sadistic and weird, when you thought about it. torture... i'd never be able to hurt anyone. not truly.

in the end, i decided i'd do something easy. i was going to do a heart, and then i remembered how weird that would be, especially since we'd just been having that discussion about f.ucking people. i bit my lip, wondering if i ought to do a sun, and realized that he'd probably never seen the silly, comical way that children drew suns. perhaps a flower? no, he'd likely not seen a flower in a very long time. well he must have known what one looked like! no, i'd do something easier. my final thought was a smiley face, but then again, that was the childish cartoonish way of drawing them - a circle with two dots and a curved line near the base. at last, i decided to just write his name. nice and simple, he'd seen it written. i traced out the letters in capitals on his back, my tongue sticking out of my mouth in concentration. when i'd finished, i sat back on my hands.
"done!"[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]he spelled his name aloud, and i nodded when he said that it was what i'd written. i scrambled round to sit in front of him, facing him with bright eyes.
"yeah, well done! and you weren't as cold as you said you were." really just a gentle chill. the way he'd made it out to be, i'd expected him to be so cold that it would be like falling naked into a pile of snow. i'd been pushed almost naked into snow one time, actually. we'd just finished a swimming class in school, and the fire alarm rang, so we all had to go and line up in the grounds. it was the middle of winter, and there was snow piled up everywhere, and some of us were lucky enough to be dressed already. but others were just in their swimsuits, and i was one of those unlucky people. one of the older boys, a guy who hated me for some reason, although i never found out what it was, crept up behind me and shoved me into a snowdrift.

i turned round so my back was to him, and moved my hair over my shoulders so that it didn't hang in the way.
"okay, now i'll try to guess." i stared at the white wall ahead of us, my eyes full of happiness. it was nice to be here; it felt like i could be myself. i wondered what else i ought to bring jericho. perhaps something interesting... bubbles! bubbles would amaze him, i was sure. i'd loved them when i was a little kid, and i'd blown them everywhere - god, that sounded incredibly wrong. the rainbow colors always made me astonished, and i had some special ones that you could catch and hold. i was always unhappy when they eventually popped. so i was sure they'd amuse jericho. i smiled, shifting backwards slightly and relaxing my arms, folding my hands in my lap.

//okay 1: adults shud be able 2 take care of themselves
2: what if
my little fire girl
[das her new nickname]
is not so affected by jericho's cold
so she's just like
"wait i thought u were meant 2 be like really freezing?" xD[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]//tbh it'll make f.ucking a lot easier if she isn't turning into the bloody abominable snowman every time she touches his dick xD

he remarked that i shouldn't be able to touch him, and i shrugged. it really hadn't been that cold. maybe everyone over the years who had touched him had just been super sensitive to cold temperatures, or something? but it seemed unlikely that over hundreds and hundreds of years, not one person who he'd met hadn't felt the cold like everyone else had. i paid attention as he traced pictures on my words, and figured out after the first shape - an 'a' - that he was writing a word. i focused on the way he wrote it, trying to figure out which the letters were. the 'm' gave me a bit of trouble, as i'd automatically assumed it was an 'n', and was trying to figure out what word had that kind of word order. when i realized that it was an m, however, i grinned and turned to face him, my hair flying around my face so it looked as though i was on fire.
"animals, right? or animal."

i tucked my hair back and looked at him, observing the features on his face. when i'd first seen him, he'd looked angry, and that kind of expression scared me. i'd also seen him sad, like when he was talking about rosemary and showing me her painting and jewelry. but now he looked slightly happier, if not a little puzzled. i liked him looking happy. there was a sort of sweetness to his features. i smiled at him, my eyes bright. he was a really good-looking guy - the more you looked at him, the more you realized. what would he look like shirtless? nope, isabella, knock that thought right out of your head. nice, i bet. i had to force the thought from staying, and ran a hand back through my hair again, my head tilted to one side as i waited for confirmation of my answer.[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]he confirmed what i'd said, and i smiled brightly, then listened as he went on to talk about how he'd played a version of that. drawing pictures in the sky... i did like to do that, when i lay on my back in bed and couldn't sleep, but i'd never played it with anyone else. it always made my arm incredibly tired, since holding it up for ages and ages without doing anything except lightly rotating my wrist was pretty exhausting. in that old pixar movie - up? up and away? something like that - the young married couple had looked for shapes in the clouds. i loved doing that, too. i had an incredibly overactive imagination, so i could see shapes in anything. in fact, my 'overactive imagination' was apparently the excuse my parents came up for when i claimed to see the ghosts in grandma's house. when i grew older, the 'imaginary friends' became weird to adults, so i stopped talking about them.

i reached out and grabbed one of the blankets, then dropped it. the fabric was a little too itchy for my tastes. i was incredibly picky when it came to fabrics that i liked, and i couldn't stand anything that was even remotely itchy. plus it wasn't a nice color. instead, i leaned a little further, having to get onto my hands and knees, and picked up a white blanket. this one was soft and delicate, and nice and thick. it was getting cold, so i wrapped the blanket around myself and then, in a moment of madness and - now i think about it, later on - flirtatiousness, i lay down with my head resting in his lap. nope, not cold. just a sort of nice coolness, kind of relaxing when you thought about it. i gazed up at the high ceiling, wondering how long a place like this would take to build.
"i like it better on each other's backs. i like feeling stuff." i winced slightly and laughed at how inappropriate that sounded. "sorry."[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]when he asked what i was apologizing for, i wondered if i ought to tell him. after all, it was a fairly awkward explanation, and i didn't really know him all that well. but it wasn't like it mattered very much, so i decided to tell him. i kept my head on his lap, and began to explain to him.
"oh, it sounded like an innuendo, which is a casual statement which has sexual references within it. and the whole 'i like to touch things' thing would probably be in reference to like..." i gestured slightly into midair, not really sure what to use as an example. in the end i just went for the most obvious. "like a handjob, or something." did they have that phrase back in his day? i wasn't sure how down i was with explaining the concept behind a handjob. if it came down to it, i'd probably just show him - it would be a hell of a lot easier.

i'd given handjobs before, and blowjobs. but i'd never actually had sex with a guy. i'd had sex with a girl, if that counted for anything, which i was almost certain that it did. multiple girls, actually. i felt safer around females, which was strange, since i liked being hurt. maybe i was just f.ucked up in the head. yeah, i was almost definitely f.ucked up in the head. it seemed unfair that troubled childhood made you the mad one, when it was someone else who made your childhood 'troubled' in the first place. i decided to stop thinking about it, and did my best to push the thoughts out of my mind, instead looking up at jericho with a smile on my face. he was a nice sort of person. i raised my hand and fiddled with a few strands of his hair, then put it back down and stuck my tongue between my teeth.

//"hey what's a handjob"
"i'll just show u"
"lol ok- WOAH THERE WASN'T EXPECTING THAT"[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]//I'M ENJOYING BEING THE SEXUAL CHARACTER FOR ONCE

wow. he didn't know. he really didn't know what a handjob was. i listened to him talk about how 'hand jobs' would be jobs with your hands, and i felt like i was giving a ten year old 'the talk' for the first time. i sat up and unraveled myself from the blanket, tossing it to one side and raising my eyebrows slightly.
"okay. so a handjob is like..." i wasn't sure how to explain it. didn't he have some ancient medieval porn books or something? jesus christ, this was pretty awkward. i frowned, furrowing my brow, and pressed my lips together. "pleasuring yourself? i guess? with your hand?" i could feel my cheeks blushing a soft pink as i looked up at him, my eyebrows raised. i looked awkwardly down at my legs and then up at jericho again, watching his face. "jesus christ, okay, i might as well just like... demonstrate. slightly."

i leaned forward and very, very gently, like i was softly trying to pet a sleeping bear or something, touched his crotch. slight chill, nothing much, as i'd said before. i wondered if he was always this cold, during his lifetime, or if it was a 'ghost thing'.
"and like... rub there? i don't know, i'm not a guy! what feels good, do what feels good, or something like that." i retracted my hand and crossed my arms over my chest, looking at him with a sort of 'well i don't know!' expression on my face. he was so damn innocent, no wonder his precious fiancee had abandoned him for another guy. no, that was a vile thing to think, especially since it wasn't true. she'd f.ucked some other guy for some reason, but not because jericho wasn't good enough for her. maybe they just did things differently back then.

//overwhelming urge to know all of rosemary's fetishes[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]//tell me
let me know all secrets of the small blonde doll girl xD

i watched as he scrambled away, and then started to laugh. rolling onto my back amongst the blankets and pillows, i lay there for a bit, laughing and rolling around occasionally. he was so innocent, he was so flustered by even the idea of sex or pleasuring yourself or any of that stuff, that it made me laugh. i wasn't sure why it was funny to me, but maybe because most men or boys nowadays were so incredibly sexual. he was bright red, embarrassed, and it was just so funny to look at! i wasn't laughing at him, just laughing because of something he'd done.

eventually, i sat up and smiled at him, mimicking his position but on the other side of the room. my knees were under my chin, my arms wrapped around my legs, my eyebrows raised slightly as i gazed at him.
"i don't doubt it, jericho - i'm sure you're entirely capable of 'pleasuring yourself'," i said finally. something about the way we were saying that - pleasuring yourself - made it seem so formal and silly. there was a smile on my face, my eyes bright and glittering and my cheeks still flushed slightly, both from laughing and from having to talk to him about this sort of thing.

i wasn't sure what to say next. i didn't know if i ought to say something about rosemary, but it didn't seem a good topic. i mean, if i had a boyfriend and he'd started sleeping with someone else, especially someone who i knew had better things than i did, i wouldn't want to talk about it to some stranger. maybe i should just have gone to sleep? but curling up with him as a wolf now would be pretty awkward. 'ah yeah, we've just had this talk about sex and all that and now i want to cuddle up with you like nothing ever happened'. nah, i wouldn't do that. i bit my lip and then glanced around.

"have you ever had a pillow fight?" i finally asked. that was nice and innocent, wasn't it? nothing awkward could happen if you were bashing one another to death with soft pillows. and the pillows here were really soft and fluffy, and well-stuffed, so it wasn't like we could hurt one another at all. "do you want to have one? they're a lot of fun, trust me." my eyes were full of curiosity, and i leaned to one side and grabbed one of the pillows, hugging it to my chest and smiling at him. [/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]//u r evil
i wish 2 know

when he said that i ought to go to sleep, i pouted childishly, but decided i'd do what he said for now. shrugging my shoulders, i stood up, taking the white blanket with me, and made my way over to the bed, where i flopped down on my back. then i sat up again and raised my eyebrows at him.
"but if you 'go to do something', surely i'm going to get cold laying here all by myself? you wouldn't want me to freeze to death, would you?" i wasn't sure i was down with lying back and dying slowly of hypothermia in someone else's house.

where was he even going, anyway? this house was huge, there had to be a room for absolutely everything. a music room, an art room, a... i don't f.ucking know, a room for sacrificing virgins or some s.hit like that! i sat wondering what he might be going to go and do, and then decided it didn't really matter. he could do whatever he wanted. this was his house, and although i was technically no longer an intruder, i was a guest, and i didn't have any right to be questioning his decisions.

"nevermind," i continued, waving my hand vaguely towards the door and looking over at him with a smile on my face. "you go and do whatever it is you needed to, and i'll try and get to sleep, okay?" he looked upset about something, his head in his knees, and i tumbled off the bed and came to kneel beside him, looking at him. i would have rubbed his back or petted his head or something, but he hadn't liked me touching him earlier, and personal boundaries were something i was very passionate indeed about. "are you alright? i wasn't laughing at you, if you were worried about that - i was thinking it's sweet how everyone else nowadays is so obsessed with sex and you barely know anything."[/size][/justify]

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