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Post by chance christopher caine on Dec 13, 2011 20:45:43 GMT -6
Chance knew that he couldn't blame her for everything that had happened tonight. And he didn't blame her. He was just frustrated that instead of coming to him, she had decided to believe the rumors that had been spread around. But at the same time, she was new to this whole being famous thing and she didn't have nearly as hard of a time keeping up a good image as Chance did. Especially with the way he lived his life. He partied a lot and slept around as well. It was hard enough to keep his image clean for a week. As he heard her knock on the door frame, he didn't speak just yet but instead listened to what she was saying and he sighed once more, knowing that he had probably made her feel guility about everything that had happened. And it wasn't fair for him to let her take the blame for the fight. The fight especially had been his fault and she couldn't have done anything to stop it. When she said that she could just leave, he sat up a bit, gesturing for her to come over to him. When she came to stand in front of him, he pulled her on top of him, having her straddle him with her legs bent on either side of him. Laying back on the bed once more, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down with him so that she was laying on top of him. Taking a deep breath once more, he held her to his bare chest before speaking softly.
"Look, I'm sorry for all of this. The fight wasn't your fault, it was all mine. I just want you to know that I care about you a lot and I want you to know that I'll always be here if you need anything. And next time you hear rumors, come to me. Don't let those slimy gossipers get to you. It's just part of the job." he spoke softly, a small smile crossing his face as he hoped she would understand what he was trying to say. This whole thing had really just been a big misunderstanding. After all, she had been mad at him for something she thought he did because she had heard it from someone else when it really wasn't true. And now that they had sort of been able to talk things through, maybe they would be able to get back to being friends and move past all of this.
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Post by mahkenzie lee garland on Dec 13, 2011 21:07:07 GMT -6
Kenzie did feel guilty. That was an understatement. But, if he wanted to be alone to do with his agent, she understood that. She knew he had a hard time keeping his reputation clean, and she had not made it any better for him, in fact, she felt as though she had just aided in him hurting it again. She was sure her name would be brought up as well in the tabloids, but it was not quite as big of a deal for her. She was a singer, it was to be expected that things would come up. Models were suppose to keep a clean rep, and be clean cut. And Chance was clean cut, he just had a slight temper, which she understood completely. Kenzie understood Chance, whether he believed it or not. She did, and she knew he didn't mean to do bad things, he just couldn't help it. It was hard to do, she had just been raised differently from him, and it was easier for her to keep her nose out of trouble. Where as for him, it wasn't. She felt he shouldn't be punished for this, but reporters didn't care about anyone, and she knew this.
He had motioned for her. So she moved slowly to stand in front of him, looking down at him with her soft hazel eyes. She felt him pulling her onto his lap, and she didn't fight him, instead she allowed it, straddling him as her short annoying dress slid up her legs now resting at her hips. He laid back pulling her down with him, which she didn't mind, instead she relaxed in his arms. Listening to him speaking to her. It had been a serious misunderstanding, and she knew this. She knew next time that she would come and speak to him. She knew her rep was probably going to kill her for being around him again. He was the only one who knew what she had done with Chance, and to say the least, he was pissed, and had warned her not to be associated with him, yet here she was, laying on top of him.
Kenzie sat up, though still sitting on him. She smiled playfully, trying to cheer the mood up. "Yeah, well. You better watch yourself. Cause I will beat you up." she laugh as she held her small fists up pretending like she was ready to fight him. "I mean... I've already got you pinned. Pretty soon you'll tap out, then I win." she joked easily. She knew he liked to play around every now and then, and she figured lightening the mood was a good thing right about then. Why not?
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Post by chance christopher caine on Dec 13, 2011 21:37:17 GMT -6
Chance was glad that they seemed to come to an understanding about the whole thing and things seemed to be moving forward in their friendship once more as she started joking around, saying she was going to have to beat him up and could make him tap out. He smiled a bit when she said that she could get him to tap out and his hand went up to the side of her neck before he pulled her down to his lips, almost kissing her but instead just brushing his lips ever so softly against hers.
"I don't tap out." he whispered in her ear before his lips moved to her neck and he began to place soft kisses along the sensitive skin there. A smirk was still on his face as he made his way back up to her ear.
"I bet you'd tap out before me." he added, his voice still as soft as ever as his lips went back to her neck. His hands went down to her upper thighs before they slowly slid up her legs, hooking onto her dress as he slid her dress up her legs and over her ass. A half smile played at his lips as his light blue eyes looked up at her while his fingers traced swirly lines along the inside of her inner thighs, teasing her some more.
You could definitely say that Chance was a huge tease. But that was only because he loved to hear a girl moan out his name and beg him to please her when she couldn't take his oh so gentle touches anymore. Moving to the other side of her neck, his lips kissed her a bit more before his hot breath would follow right where he had kissed her.
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