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    1. Riverbeak 9 yrs ago

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Current Finally some progress with my sickness. I'm up and running again! Sorry for the absence!
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Hi there stanger!

I hope you enjoy your stay.
Let me introduce myself.

My name is Marc, I'm turning 20 next time, and I've been RP'ing since I was 13. I'm currently going home, and will probably not be doing much else but to surf on the internet. I love doing RP's with one partner at the time, since I'm not familiar with group RP's. I usually write as the male role, and I do most pairings. My favorite genres in RP's is modern, slice of life, futuristic and/or old school 1800 themed. I'm currently only in two RP's and I am seeking more partners in crime to plot with me. I can either do over PM's or over a thread. Whatever suits the situation the best I guess?

Keep in mind that English isn't my native language so if there is a grammar mistake somewhere, I apologize deeply.

I think that was it?
Until next time;
-- Marc.

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Taylor sighed deeply, but nodded when Amelia snarled back at him. This was going so well, he thought, good job Taylor. He eventually nodded, his mind clouded and messy when he tried to piece them together. He failed miserably, and watched kiss his cheek. It took most power in him to not lean in and kiss her again, as he sat still as a mouse. He watched Amelia walk to her bedroom, lingering in the doorway. He wanted to reply with a proper answer, but his throat was tied together. Tightly. He almost felt nauseous.
When Amelia left for her room, Taylor sat still for a few minutes. He was drowsy, almost dropping into a slumber as he just breathed in and out in a slow rhythm. He wanted to join her in her bed, but what if- what if they ended up during something when they were sober? What would their excuse be then? Taylor let his mind wander, for what seemed forever but in reality wasn't more than half an hour. He stood up, went to the bathroom to do his business. He retreated to the door Amelia went through. He stopped in the doorway for half a second, before he went to the bed. Taylor pulled off his shirts, and wondered if he should sleep in his pants again or pull them off. He went with the second option, thought to himself that he could blame the alcohol, as he dipped into the soft bed.
The pillows was scented with Amelia's sweet scent, mixed with something else he couldn't pinpoint. He didn't care. He ended up staring into the ceiling, for a while.
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Taylor felt attacked as he scuttled away further.
"Because-" he tried; why did he kiss her? He had no idea why. He had no idea why he almost got hard from kissing a girl he barely knew. "Why did you kiss me first?" he asked this time; looking at her with a cloudy look. His heart was throbbing in his chest; all he wanted was to get away from this awkward situation. He bit his lower lip anxiously; his tongue running over the lip and still tasting her. Fuck; this was so wrong, in so many ways.
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Taylor's hands lingered on Amelia's body a second longer than necessary. His mind were fueled by lust, and the alcohol only made it worse.
"Sorry.." he apologized, hands in his lap to hide himself away, from Amelia's gaze. His eyes followed her movements lazily; taking in every move she did. He looked at her; his lips parted just a notch, as his eyes were lidded. She kissed him again, but this time he pulled away. No; they couldn't just kiss just because they were drunk. He licked his lips and looked at her again.
"You're right-" he began, "you don't know me, and I don't know you. This is wrong.. We should stop." he slurred, and moved a little further away from her lingering gaze.
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Taylor was rapidly kissing Amelia back, his tongue dancing unthinkingly with hers. His hands roamed over her back, slowly down to the curve of her bottom. His eyes were lidded; closed almost as he panted after air when she pulled away. He barely got time to breathe before he tilted his head again and pressed her closer to his chest. He knew this was wrong; heck, he haven't done this before this hectic but he wanted this. He needed this. He needed her.
He slowly pressed her down onto his crotch, wanting to claim everything she had to offer. He needed this so badly, and he couldn't stop his kisses on her soft lips. The alcohol was heavy in his breath, he couldn't taste anything but the strong vodka, and the warmth of Amelia's tongue. His crotch were beginning to hurt of the lack of attention.
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Taylor looked down at her, when she straddled his lap. His broad hands rested on her hips, his breath slow and almost inaudible. His eyes flicked from her lips to her eyes, before he smiled lightly.
"I guess I'm not your type then-" he replied, leaning closer, "but am I allowed to try and change that..?" he asked curiously, eyes slowly closing when he got closer. He could feel the her breath on his lower lip. The alcohol made everything fuzzy around him, but he needed this. Wanted this so badly. He placed his lips on hers.
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Thank you.

Perhaps Taylor will do it? Or if you find it more fitting to make Amelia do it, then you can make her do it?
Taylor was happily drinking from the bottle as he quoted what most of the actors' lines from the Star Wars movie. He chuckled, as he lazily let an arm slide around Amelia's shoulder. Taylor let out a wet snort, as he emptied the few sips of the remaining bottle he had in his hand.
"My love life? Well- it isn't anything to yell 'hurray' to..-" Taylor replied, just as slurred in his language as Amelia. He looked at her, when she traced a finger down his cheek, and up in his hair. His eyes flickered down to Amelias' lips and his heart began to beat faster in his chest. He wanted to kiss her; badly.

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Alright! I'll wait patiently. I'm also getting down with the sickness, so my replies might be lacking. All I do is cough and sleep ahha.

Merry Christmas and happy Holidays! :'D
Amelia and Taylor ended up talking for the most of the day, all about robots, and how and why they should be taken down.

Taylor was snoozing out in the small kitchen, head into the fridge for something to snack on. He yawned, but retreated to the living room for a bit without something to snack on. He eventually went to sit in a windowsill where he eventually snoozed off to a slumber. He got abruptly awoken by Amelia called out for him. He jumped down, and retreated to the couches, where he paused. He heard the click of glass bottles bounce against each other.
"Are you drunk?" he asked curiously, an eyebrow arched in a curve as he came closer. Taylor noticed the clear bottles on the couches, as he shrugged. "Count me in- I could use some." he mumbled, and crashed next to her. He could definitely use some alcohol to fog the train of his thoughts.

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