` regrets by tv light

[isaac clarke]

Glimpses and short memories of what happened the night before kept plaguing Isaac's mind, he trying to focused on the warm beverages he was currently making for himself and his new unexpected guest. He made not a sound, his eyes floating from the mugs he had on the counter to the area around his apartment, items of clothing littering the area and walkway over to his bedroom where Chess still slept soundly. Isaac was always an early riser unless the night before was filled with more than what he and Chess participated in. Still, he had a pounding headache that just reminded him that his judgement was blurred and the alcohol he ingested could have very easily made what was his only and best friendship turn into something else. He was most terrified of her leaving in an angry rage, but he wouldn't know until she woke up.

Isaac looked back to the tea kettle when it just started to signal that the water was ready to be poured. Isaac kept thinking back to the night that he and chess shared, remembering leaving the beach, hands entwined as they headed back to his apartment, laughing and smiling all along the way as they killed whatever was left of their beers. He remembered finally reaching his apartment complex, the two unable to keep their hands off each other as they climbed the stairs, lips locking on at lest every level before they reached his apartment. Isaac fiddled with his Keys, Chess breathing down his neck as he finally got the door open, he and Chess retreating inside as they kissed once again, Isaac shutting the door behind them swiftly. He remembered having her pinned to the wall, undressing her as they made their way to the bedroom, Isaac eventually just picking her up and dropping her on the bed beneath him. It was all so vivid in his mind, almost like a movie he could repeat over and over again. He shook his head, pouring two cups of tea before just standing in the kitchen, not wanting to wake Chess yet.

He was concerned, to be perfectly honest. He wasn't sure how she was going to react when she woke up half naked in his bed, her clothes scattered all around his apartment. This could end very badly, or it could just not end. The thought f having Chess in such manners made Isaac's heart jump for a moment, knowing that meetings like this were common for him but not with her. There had always been fleeting glances between the two, make out sessions and close contact but never have they actually slept together. Their relationship worked so well before, what if it was all kinds of screwed up? The thought made Isaac kick himself on the inside, knowing that he could have just ruined something that actually meant more to him then everything - everyone - else. Glancing at the time Isaac finally mustered up the courage to head back into his bedroom, grabbing both mugs and walking down the hall to his bedroom, a walk which seemed to take forever.

Once he did reach his door he entered quietly, the curtains still pulled down to avoid any sun from peeking it's way through the windows. Isaac's room was one of simple construction : It was a little on the large side, artwork and posters all over the place as well as art supplies and some recording equipment he had. His bed resided right in the middle on the back wall, a nightstand next to the bed and a keyboard on the other side. A Canvas with a half sketched picture resided in the corner, his window taking up a large part of the far side wall of the room. For the most part his room and apartment were clean, only a few items of clothing on the floor. Some from last night, some from his lazy behavior. Isaac's eyes fell upon Chess, still sound asleep in his bed, her beautiful figure covered by his dark red sheets. He smiled slightly, really not wanting to wake her but knew it had to happen sooner or later. He still remained silent, tiptoeing his way over to the nightstand and placing the mg of tea down for her, hoping that the choice was alright for her. He took a sip of his mug, the herbal tea soothing to his pounding headache and nervous disposition.

Grabbing a small piece of sketch paper he wrote out a small note and left it in front of the cup of tea he made for Chess before grabbing some clothing and heading to the shower. If she was still here when he got out then it was a good sign - right? The bathroom, which was across the hall from Isaac's bedroom was where he retreated, taking one more glance at the sleeping Chess before exiting his room once more.

Good Morning, Beautiful.
I'm in the shower, make yourself at home.
Oh, and I made you some tea. Cream is in the fridge,
sugar is on the counter.

- Isa

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`status; done! Hope you don't mind anything I put in there, let me know if you want it to be changed or anything. :3
` lyrics; regrets by tv light - i.m legend. I feel like this song is far too fitting xD

OH. CLOSED FOR KAIN WITH CHESS KTHXBAI. <3

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[Chess Lincoln]

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I REALIZE, I TRIED TO FIND A DIFFERENT LIFE. A LIE TO HIDE,

The night before almost seemed like a blur throughout my mind. I wasn’t even entirely sure what to think of the situation. But I was tired and my head really was throbbing by the time I slept. The night? I couldn’t say id regret it. I sure as hell wouldn’t, that was a fact I knew. If I didn’t want to have some fun with Isaac I wouldn’t have agreed to come home with him. It didn’t change anything for me, really. I wasn’t going to be mad or anything. Even in my drunken stupor of the night before, I could’ve told him whether or not I was up to it. Truth was, I did want that. That feeling of being wanted from him was amazing. It was needless to say, a feeling I hadn’t had in so long. I almost forgot what it actually felt like to have feelings behind it. My little addiction to being wanted was filled to the brim, if not more from Isaac. In a way, I couldn’t thank him enough.

I woke, curled up in my little ball like I usually did. Only this time, it wasn’t my bed and it took me a second of glancing around getting some clear vision to realize again that I was with Isaac. I breathed a breath of relief, thankful I didn’t wake up at some guy’s house that I had no idea who they were. Then, with a small jump of my heart I realized that Isaac wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Surely he couldn’t have left his own house leaving me in it? Surely he couldn’t do that to me. I raised my eyebrow, sitting up a little and hugging the sheets to my body before glancing around the floor and finding my clothes. I cleared my throat a little, quietly, and got up quickly piecing my clothing back onto my body. I didn’t bother with my jewelry. I just slipped back on my under garments before my corset and jeans and left it at that. I took a glance back to the bed before realizing there was a mug and a note there. I raised my eyebrow slightly and stepped over to the bed, taking a seat and taking the piece of paper.

Scanning over it, I let the words sink in with an extreme amount of relief. I set the paper back and ran a hand through my hair to pull all my tangles out. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to ignore all the calls and texts and checked how my makeup was. My lipstick was completely off, but my eye shadow and everything else seemed in pretty good shape, considering what had happened the night before. I grabbed the mug of tea and got up, silently making my way out to the kitchen where Isaac had said the sugar was. I couldn’t really have tea without sugar. A terrible habit? I just admitted to the fact that it was because I was sweet at times; I needed replenishment. It was a seriously lame pun, but hey. No one was going to judge me for it. As I reached the counter, I set the warm tea on the top of it and poured a bit of sugar in it, mixing the sugar in it before leaning against the counter and shutting my eyes, taking a few sips of the tea. It was unbelievable how great it felt against my throat and pounding headache.

Now was the time I was able to recollect on the night before. The little drunken fun that was shared between us. I silently knew that Isaac was in a happy mood. How could he not be? I was even in a good mood. The only thing I wanted was here, so I couldn’t complain. A guy to want me both for visiting and if nothing else, some fun. I couldn’t help but feel a small smile tilt the corner of my lips up. I exhaled slowly before taking another sip of this amazing tea. This life saving tea before I wondered how long Isaac had been in the shower for. I set the cup down and pulled my hair all onto one side, rubbing my tattooed neck slightly. I must have slept weird, because there was a tiny bit of a kink in it.

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THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WRONG AND RIGHT.

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; its kinda crappy I think.. I APOLOGIZE<3
translation; --
inspiration; wrong and right – farewell, my love.

[isaac clarke]

WELL MY INARTICULATE STORE BOUGHT HANGOVER HOBBY KIT IT TALKS AND IT SAYS
( YOU OH, YOU ARE SO COOL )

Isaac's shower was calm and relaxing, the hot water washing away all tensions in his body as the water went down the drain. The steam cleared his senses and made him more awake then he was before, making his headache even more noticeable. Even though the shower made it somewhat more tolerable, Isaac still just wanted to crawl in be and do nothing for the rest of the day. Cleaning himself up quickly Isaac made his shower shorter than usual, trying not to let his mind wonder in thought. He didn't want to over analyze things , even though the thought of Chess being gone by the time he got out of the shower was one that continued to nag at the back of his mind. Hopefully she was still sleeping, that or drinking the cup of tea that he made for her. Exiting the shower Isaac noted he didn't grabbed a pair f boxes - he gave a slightly annoyed look at the thought. "stupid," he muttered to himself, wrapping a towel around his waist and walking out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping wet as well as his body.

When he exited the bathroom he didn't even look into the kitchen, making a straight path for his bedroom. When he entered he was surprised to see that Chess was no longer sleeping beneath his sheets. Pity, he was actually slightly upset that she was no longer sleeping. The first thought was that she left, but he noticed some her her belongings still around and the cup of tea was no longer on the nightstand. He was slightly relieved, grabbing a pair of boxers out of his draw and walking back out into the hallway where he actually stopped to check into the kitchen. Still in his towel he spotted Chess, leaning over her cup of tea on the counter. He grinned, walking over to her but not standing too close considering he still had to get dressed. "Looks like your Headache is as killer as mine," he said, not really sure what else to say at first. He walked over to the cabinet on the far left, opening it up and rummaging through its contents and grabbing a bottle of pain killers. He grinned at success when he found the bottle, opening it up and taking two himself before placing the bottle down beside Chess. "Works wonders for me," he said, closer to Chess then he should have been considering he was wearing nothing more then a towel. He flashed her a smile, thinking nothing of it before heading back into the bathroom to get changed.

Isaac didn't like what was currently happening in his head. He was actually concerned about her and what she was thinking. Whether or not she was going to be staying here for a little while longer or if this was just something that was a drunken mistake. He will never admit that he cares for Chess more then he should, no matter how obvious it was to him. Putting his boxers on an then pulling a pair of shorts over his small figure he sighed, looking at himself in the mirror quickly before grabbing his t-shirt. Isaac was hopeful that the two of them having slept together would erase any sexual tension or wanting that Isaac had for her, but it only made it worse. There was actual emotion behind it, Isaac wasn't just going through the motions like he was with every other girl he has ever been with. He didn't like it, he didn't like it one bit. Still, he wouldn't let Chess know that or anyone for that matter, not even himself. He needed to treat this just like another one night stand, for the sake of their friendship and himself.

He finally exited the bathroom, walking back into the kitchen as he put his t-shirt on over himself, being sure nothing was to be exposed. Grabbing his own cup of tea on the way over he leaned up against the counter next to where Chess was standing. He knew that they had to talk about last night at lest somewhat - hell, it might even become a regular thing. He wouldn't mind that at all, that is for sure. Grinning, his headache still a painful reminder of the alcohol he consumed he finally spoke, "You're more flexible then I thought," he said nonchalantly, as if it was common tea drinking conversation. He looked at her for a moment before taking another sip of his warm beverage. Probably not the best way to bring it up, but Isaac wasn't one to say anything other then what was on his mind.

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`status; YESS! so happy to be home. imissedisaac&chess <3
` lyrics; makedamnsure - taking back sunday

[Chess Lincoln]

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WILL I COME CLEAN TO SAY I WAS WRONG?

This tea was slightly helping, but the headache I felt was ungodly. It had to do with that shitton of alcohol I had consumed the night before. It was almost the drunk amount that I couldn’t remember anything from it.. but I definitely could remember things from last night. It was too much fun to forget. In a way, I was happy and content that I had remembered it. And I probably would remember it for a while. Honestly, it was something I didn’t want to forget about anytime soon. I smiled lightly to myself before taking another sip of the tea and cleared my throat. I could hear the shower in the background going, and soon it stopped. It didn’t bother me any, to think of what he thought about the night before. I was happy and content, I could only hope that he was too.

I watched the cup and blank space until some movement caught my eye, and it was Isaac approaching me. I offered him a gentle smile as his words hit my head. “Babe, you have no idea.” I let a small laugh escape before watching his movements as he went to give me a few pain killers. I just smiled again and nodded, observing him in a gentle loving way. That body of his was just, amazing to me. Everything he did was amazing to me now. I was only concerned with myself. Self-confidence was really something that I had too much of sometimes. But standing here in front of him as he spoke and basically semi took care of me; I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly within my deep thought. Allowing my chest to rise and fall the more thorough my thoughts became. I began to wonder what I looked like, and if he liked whatever it was I would do. My mind was consistent on wrapping around the little details of my body that could be not up to his standards. It almost seemed sad.

I watched him walk away before I took a few more sips of my tea, closing my eyes so that my head could relax a little. I could barely hear him come back to me so his words seemed like a surprise. “You’re more flexible than I thought.” I shot my gaze to him with a playful raised eyebrow. I just smirked lightly and shrugged. “I guess so.” I smiled before taking a sip. My bright green blue eyes fell back on him. “So what did you think of my tattoo you drew?” My sheepish grin and bright curious eyes were stuck on him. And my mind revolved around how cute he was just standing there with me. The way his hair was still wet and would just hang there. It was all adorable to me, and I had to tear my eyes away from him so I wouldn’t sit there and stare at him all weird and awkwardly.

I took a deep breath, shrugging to myself really, before running a hand through my hair. I set the cup down on the counter and turned with my back against it so my body faced his, it made us closer in a way. I wanted to be close to him, anyway. Not for anything else but just to have him close to me. I was a person that loved being wanted too much to be too far away from someone when it was just us and you could feel the curiousness and fun in the air. I glanced up a few times to listen for what he was going to say to everything I had said before.

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I’M THE BEST KIND OF MESS

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; yay youre back :D sorry its shortish.. I was falling asleep while typing. D:
translation; --
inspiration; mess – get scared.

[isaac clarke]

I SAID OH GIRL, SHOCK ME LIKE AN ELECTRIC EEL. BABY GIRL,
( TURN ME ON WITH YOUR ELECTRIC FEEL )

Whether or not this was going to become something that happened regularly Isaac was unsure. He liked to think that Chess had as much fun as he did last night, but he is a guy after all. Girls get more attached and awkward about things like this, he discovered in his many adventures of lust and sin. However he knew Chess was different from .. basically every single girl he has been with before her. So as they stood at the counter, sipping their tea like they were some how sophisticated people, people who didn't succumb to their more primal needs and desires the night before. Isaac was really only certain of one thing in this entire situation : He wanted Chess, he wanted more of her, and he was willing to ask for it. Or at lest bring up the idea in conversation.

When she first responded to what he said about her flexibility he smirked himself, taking another long sip of tea. Most girls that he compliments after the fact about something from the night before normally get insulted or pissed at him. That he never understood - don't girls like being complimented? Isaac was sure he would never really understand the makings of a woman, just like he would never understand the need that people feel toward others. It was probably his biggest fault to date, his lack of needing and his lack of understanding the human condition of wanting the companionship of another. So right now, even though he knew he wanted Chess he played it off as wanting the sex, not so much her as a person even though that really wasn't the case. She was one of his best friends after all, and even though he did care for her in some sense he never wanted her before or needed her around. Hell, they remained out of contact with each other for how long before the bon fires last night? But for some reason something clicked last night, and Isaac was not willing to accept it. It was all for the sex and that beautiful body of hers, at lest that is what he kept telling himself.

When she asked about his tattoo Isaac moved from the the way he was leaning, his back down against the counter rather then his arms leaning on the marble top. The thought of Chess's remarkable body made Isaac remain silent for a moment. He's never slept with a girl who had as many tattoos as Chess, and he loved it. Not only was her body killer to begin with, but the artwork made him almost drool. Being the art junky that he was her body was the perfect one to him. "I was hoping to get a better look at it .. y'know, when I was sober and not focused on other things," he gave a sheepish grin, taking another sip of tea. "But someone had to be a poor sport and get dressed so soon," he winked, teasing her playfully. He was still beyond thrilled that she got a tattoo of something he drew on her body, something that was going to remain there forever. It really was the biggest compliment he could have gotten. "But from what I could tell it was flawless, just like the rest of you," he complimented smoothly, another sip of tea escaping his cup and into his body. The pain medication that he had taken a few moments ago was some what kicking in, Isaac able to feel the headache kind of fade with each pounding pulse. His bed was still calling his name, his body still wanting sleep to avoid the horrible pains that was plaguing his figure. However, Isaac was only retreating to his bedroom if Chess was following.

For now, Isaac settled for the sofa. Pushing himself off the counter he gesture to Chess with his head in a motion toward the sofa, he starting his way over with his cup in hand, it now almost half empty (or full, depending on how you looked at it). He put his cup down on the coffee table before falling onto the cushions, leaning back and enjoying the comfortable position he was sitting in. He waited on Chess to move over to where he was before he started inquiring about the night before. "So how much do you remember from last night?" he started, wondering if she actually remembered every detail of what they did like he had. He looked over the back of the sofa to watch her walk over, his eyes scanning her up and down as he waited in anticipation.

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`status; meeeh. crap-tacular ;__;
` lyrics; electric feel - mgmt

[Chess Lincoln]

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WE’VE GIVEN UP ON STRUCTURE,

His silence made me wait patiently in curiosity more than anything. Once his voice hit my ears, I couldn’t help but to smile lightly. “I was hoping to get a better look at it.. y’know, when I was sober and not focused on other things,” I shrugged playfully. “but someone had to be a poor sport and get dressed so soon.” Raising my eyebrow playfully, I caught his wink and laughed. “baby, you of all people would know how easy it is to take clothes off. Sober or not.” I winked back at him and let my smile result in a faint smirk. “but from what I could tell it was flawless, just like the rest of you.” That statement coming from anyone else would probably make me a bit self conscience. But with Isaac, I couldn’t help but to laugh and playfully elbow him. “You think so? Its not easy keeping a body like this, you know.” I lied, my words painted with that Finnish accent flowing from my lips.

I watched him leave the counter and gesture to me as he went over to the couch and plopped down. I followed, setting my own cup beside his on the coffee table before taking a seat beside him and crossed my leg over the other one and turned my head to take a look at him while he spoke. “So how much do you remember from last night?” I let a little pause of silence pour over us as I flipped my lip ring from side to side with curiosity. “Enough.” I laughed. “What about you, Isaac, babe?” My vision bounced off of him before I looked down at my cup and reached down to pick it up. The warmth of the tea against my hands felt amazing. Considering me and my cold blooded self always seemed to be cold, it was funny almost. The thought made me fight against my roaring headache. I looked down at the cup and shut my eyes most of the way so that they let little light in that could affect my headache more.

I took a deep breath and then stifled a yawn. “I’m fucking tired.” I paused, turning to take a look at him. “I’m warn out, that’s for sure.” I offered him a small playful smile in a way. I leaned back in the sofa some, resting my arms comfortably and shaking my head slightly, getting my bangs out of my eyes. “I think we need to have a nap.” I suggested with a smile. Stifling another yawn. I couldn’t help it, I was tired. That was obvious. I had that constant feeling of tension behind my throat because I kept yawning. And my eyes were bright with the small frustration of this constant yawning. So I basically did my best to keep it hidden.

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CALL THE DOCTOR FOR US?

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; its kay. Mines crappy too D:
translation; --
inspiration; parade – get scared.

[isaac clarke]

MY BODY IS YOUR BODY, I WONT TELL ANYBODY - IF
( YOU WANT TO USE MY BODY GO FOR IT )

The more Isaac's mind was on Chess's body the more he wanted to rip her clothes off right then and there again. However, for obvious reasons he restrained his more primal needs for the sake of communication. She was more than up to par on his standards of attraction, and Isaac knew that she felt the same way about him - at lest so he hoped. He knew he still had a few healing bruises from the fight he got into a few nights ago, but they were both too drunk last night to really care or take notice of either of them. "I'm sorry love. I just can't imagine you going to the gym," he responded on her hard-to-maintain body comment, giving Isaac more scandalous thoughts on the topic. Isaac never liked to think of himself as a womanizer, but he knew that it was the truth. He always managed to get girls undressed and in his sheets, but it was just as much their fault as it was his. He took advantage of their stupidity and predictable nature, it wasn't his fault they were all the same. He pondered on Chess's comment on how if anyone could get a girls clothes off it would be him, wondering whether or not he was really that bad. But then he remembered the events of last night and knew it was the truth.

Things with Chess were different than any other though. He never expected last nights events to end the way they did, Isaac remembering countless nights the two had gotten drunk together, had a make out session or two but called it a night when they left the party alone. He chalked it up to the lack of seeing each other, the few months they spent apart made their reunion all the more memorable. Not to mention most of the time she had another guy with her, but he has been gone for a while - Gage, was his name? Hell if Isaac knew, not that he really cared about the guy who left such a huge mark on Chess's heart. He didn't know much about her love life - her actual love life, not her sexual one - but he was always curious. From what he understood the last boyfriend of hers just got up and left, several times. The thought made Isaac's insides turn, how could someone just up and leave her like that? Isaac himself has done it to many people, but not to her. She was just different from everyone else. The thought of anyone hurting Chess made him want to rip said person's arm and beat them with it, but that was physically impossible. When he heard Chess respond to his comment at the evening he was drawn out of though, his bright brown eyes, that were once focused on his cup of tea were now fixated on her.

He grinned lightly, fragments passing through is mind here and there. A few parts were hazy, but for the most part he remembered every detail, and it was glad that she did too. It made this situation a lot less awkward than it had to be. "I remember everything, for the most part. I'm actually kind of surprised," he admitted, placing his cup of tea down. The more he thought upon the evening's events the more he realized that it was much better than he expected - not that he doubted Chess's skill in bed, but there was something more there. He knew she felt it to, she had to. The distance between the two on the couch felt like miles when in truth it was only a few inches, Isaac still resisting his primal instincts to just kiss her again. "I think I need to start befriending girls before I sleep with them," he started, trying to put what he wanted to say into words that didn't make him look like a creeper. "I think that might be why that was made of amazing last night," he grinned, half complimenting Chess and half complimenting his own skill (because he knew he was good at what he does). Thinking about what he said Isaac knew he wasn't kidding anyone. He was going to be sleeping around for a while - at lest until someone can sweep him off his feet, and he had a feeling that was never going to happen. Isaac, at first was going to dance around the thought of them making this a somewhat regular occasion, lightly hinting at it here and there but decided that wasn't his style. It never was. "Which is why my bed is always open to you - not that it wasn't before," he winked, leaning back in the couch to get more comfortable.

His eyes floated over to his bedroom door, his bed calling his name for some well needed sleep. The combination alcohol, a hang over, and passionate wild activities last night no doubt drained both of them. When Chess said she was worn out and tired, Isaac took the opening. "Wore you out did I?" he tease lightly, getting to his feet. "I could say the same about you - and the alcohol" he said, catching her yawn, one passing by his lips shortly afterward. They were contagious, after all. When she mentioned a nap, a devilish look came over Isaac's expressions, he knowing exactly what was about to happen. Leaning over her for a moment he grabbed the cup of tea from her hands, placing it on the table behind him before he rolled his shoulders back, looking at Chess. "Ready for bed?" he asked, not waiting for her to give a response before he picked her up, carrying her princess style in his arms. He stood in the living room for a minute, smiling down at her "Can't have you walked all the way to the bedroom if your headache is anywhere near as bad as mine," he offered, walking through the middle of the living room and into his bedroom door.

He was careful upon entry, not letting any part of her hit the doorframe or anything that was littering around his room, which was mostly art supplies. All replaceable if need be. Once he reached his unmade bed he placed her down carefully, allowing himself to be placed on top of her, the smile residing on his face never passing as his face was only centimeters from hers. one hand resting on her hips while the other one resided right next to her other side, keeping himself up over her. "Better?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he made this interaction as sexual as he possibly could. It was the intention, but even if nothing had happened today he wouldn't mind - spending the day with her was enough for him. He didn't kiss her or do anything of the sort, merely rolled over and onto the right side of her after a few moments. He sighed, comfortable among his own dark red sheets as she put himself under the blankets, a slight chill from the AC giving him goosebumps.

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`status; I plan on bringing out a somewhat emotional isaac :o probably next post ;D Hope you don't mind anything in this either haha <3
` lyrics; nobody moves, no body gets hurt - we are scientists

[Chess Lincoln]

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FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL,

I couldn’t really keep my eyes entirely off of him. I did at times to keep from staring, but I really just didn’t want to stop admiring him. Those tattoos and well trained body. That was enough to keep my eyes onto him, but my mind told me differently. I started to glance around the apartment before his words hit my ears. “I’m sorry love. I just can’t imagine you going to the gym.” I couldn’t help to laugh slightly. It was true. Rarely did I go to the gym. I hated it there. People were sitting there scrutinizing what you were doing as if it was wrong. I’ll tell you what was wrong; those people hating on you because of what you were doing. They hated hardcore on you sometimes. Did it matter? At the end of the day, no.

However, the more I thought about it and watched him curiously, the more I remembered the events of the night before. I couldn’t help but to admit that I craved his touch again.. So badly. It was strange, but I needed it. I was brought back to the reality of sitting here and not cuddled up with him when he spoke again. “I remember everything, for the most part. I’m actually kind of surprised.” I laughed. “Good.” I winked at him playfully before sitting back in the sofa a bit. “I think I need to start befriending girls before I sleep with them.. I think that might be why that was made of amazing last night.” I shrugged with a sheepish grin on my face. Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes for a few moments letting my imagination wander. “I can agree with that statement. Last night was amazing. purely amazing.” I smiled opening my eyes to take a glance at him.

“which is why my bed is always open to you – not that it wasn’t before.” I raised an eyebrow smirking. “I see, you know, you’re bed is hella comfortable.” I purred. My Finnish tainted words tripping from my lips as I gazed at him. I nodded to his following question and statement, and couldn’t help but to smile. “So I see.” I offered him a playful wink. I watched as he asked me if I was ready for bed. I curiously and in a confused way, watched as he grabbed my cup and set it down before picking me up in his arms. I was surprised, to say the least but couldn’t help but to grin at him. “My, you’re unpredictable.” I offered him a gentle smile after hearing his set of words. I nodded slightly and leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. My head resting slightly on his shoulder contently until he set me down on the bed.

Watching as he hovered over me and his words hit my ears, “Better?” I couldn’t help but to shiver slightly. Smirking, I ran my hand slightly down his neck and cupped his jawbone with a smile. “Much.” I said softly, in my seductive Finnish tone of voice. I let my other hand simply tug on his hair slightly in a playful way. I couldn’t help but to let my gaze travel from his lips to his eyes before I slightly pulled him closer to me and I met him halfway in a kiss. Being that close to him was intoxicating. The kiss was even more so. I bit down on my lower lip after pulling away and looking into his eyes with a small smile. “So where’s this heading?” I played with my lip ring slightly and gazed at him with curiosity.

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SO FAR I FELL.

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; its lame I know.. don’t tell mee D;
translation; --
inspiration; don’t mess with Ouija boards – falling in reverse.

[isaac clarke]

I'M UNAFRAID TO TAKE THAT FALL. BUT I'VE FOUND BEYON ALL DOUBT
( WE SAY MORE BY SAYING NOTHING AT ALL )

Everything about Chess was memorizing. It was almost like everything was moving in slow motion. Every time she spoke, her Finnish accent hitting Isaac's ears like bomb shells. He never could keep his eyes off her for more than a few seconds, if he even took his eyes off her. He couldn't help but let his more male driven side take hold of his thoughts, his eyes undressing her in his head every time he was watching her for more than a few moments. It was another reminder that this was a failed attempt to kill the sexual tension between the two, because Isaac could feel it grow with each passing second. There was a connection between the two, a want, a need even. He would have called that irrational coming from someone else, never having felt anything like this before, but now he is stuck in the heat of the moment. Hearing her respond to his comments, Isaac only shivered with anticipation to get her back to the bedroom.

He grinned, feeling her arms wrapped around his neck as he proceeded to the bedroom. He was very unpredictable, at lest that is what the majority of people tell him. "Would you love me any other way?" he grinned, meaning love in the simplest, friendliest terms possible. It got his mind turning for a few moments as he brought Chess back to his bedroom, placing her perfect body beneath him on the bed. Every single relationship Isaac ever tried failed because he got so bored of the girl so quickly, that or he couldn't find reason to care for her or what she has to say at all. He assumed that is why he was always so unpredictable to people, he doesn't like to be bored and get the same things day after day, why should everyone else? The thought of he getting bored of Chess crossed his mind, but he pushed it away. He hasn't yet, then again they only slept together once. After a while he could get the same feeling toward her as he did with everyone else. But at this point it didn't couldn't see that happening. He was completely wrapped up in her right now, and nothing was going to ruin that sinsation.

The moment Isaac felt Chess's touch upon his jawline, her hand lightly tugging his hair he got goosebumps. The combination of the AC and how drunk with desire he was for Chess made her kiss to die for. He smiled shortly afterward, not really sure why he rolled of her to begin with regretting it immediately after. Time for round two? Isaac really wasn't sure, but he still had that itching thought in the back of his mind. The boredom, the thought of her being out of his life. He got himself settled under the covers sheets and blankets, looking at Chess when she spoke. He was hoping that she wasn't going to say anything along the lines of 'so what're we doing?' Isaac really didn't like to talk about things like that, though at the moment it could mean several things. Titles, making conversation about emotions was all messy business, Isaac hated it. Can't two people just have fun anymore? For Isaac he could, but he knew not everyone was as heartless and uncaring as he was, even if this was a special case.

He didn't answer right away, only pulled the blankets and covers out from under Chess and tossed them over her knowing she had to feel somewhat cold. "First you're going to get under these blankets," he ordered, not taking no for an answer. "For whatever reason I'm freezing my ass off. I need your boy heat to keep me warm," he spoke, a devilish grin creeping onto his lips as he tried to cover Chess with blankets. But he didn't help for long, Isaac acting on impulse, grabbing Chess's waist pulling her close to him. He smiled, his arms completely wrapped around her as he placed another kiss on her lips, this one a bit more passionate then the last. After a few moments he backed off, loosing up his grip on her so she wasn't completely against his chilled skin. "I like kissing you," he started, placing another quick kiss on her lips, traveling down her jaw and to her neck. He stopped. pulling back again. "And I enjoy your company more than anyone else. Do we really need to pick a ... destination?" he inquired, hoping to avoid, at all costs, his feelings. Or talking about them, or a possible 'us' or even anything that resembled a relationship. He gave a pouting look, sighing as he pulled his hand out from behind her and pushed a stray piece of hair from her face. "didn't you ever hear that saying .. something about the journey being better than the destination?" he offered, never really one to compromise. "Getting into detail will just screw things up and get all messy. Lets just enjoy it," Isaac smiled, looking at her hoping she wouldn't completely object. He didn't know how she was in these situations, but he assumed she was still spectacular and amazing, like she is about everything else. Which plagued the thought of why Gage left her to begin with. Without thinking, without even realizing what he was saying Isaac spoke, more out of curiosity than anything else. "What happened with Gage?"

Ouch. Buzzkill.

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`status; :3 <3
` lyrics; Pantomime - incubus

[Chess Lincoln]

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SO DID THE THOUGHT CROSS YOUR MIND –
THAT THERE IS SOMETHING MORE TO LIFE,

My lips couldn’t help but to curve into a smile at his first set of words. “Would you love me any other way?” In my head was simply just imagining it. I probably wouldn’t. I loved the way he was. If anything changed, I wasn’t sure if my love for him would actually be the same. But back in the bedroom, him just lightly hovering over me made me still love him. Whether it was the lust or the bene-friend thing going on, I wasn’t sure. But it was fun, and I felt amazing because of it. He rolled over and huddled under the blankets, and I rolled lightly over as he tossed the covers over me. I offered him a gentle thank you smile before hearing his words. “First, you’re going to get under these blankets. For whatever reason, I’m freezing my ass off. I need your body heat to keep me warm.” I nodded, and huddled under them as well, “Check! And I can do that.” I smiled. I snuggled up close to him as he pulled me close. My skin wasn’t too warm, but it wasn’t too cold either.

I was cold blooded, so say. My natural body temperature was lower than average. I guess it fit with the whole vampire persona people had given me. I didn’t complain. He cuddled me close to him before kissing me and I couldn’t help but to smile brightly to him. “I like kissing you.” I laughed quietly, before he kissed me again and tilting my head lightly the opposing way as he kissed my neck. “Really? I like it when you kiss me.” I smiled, shutting my eyes some before he pulled back. “And I enjoy your company more than anyone else.. do we really need to pick a destination?” I took in his gaze and shrugged. “You know, I say we should just live life and fuck titles.” I said honestly. Titles of dating each other were overrated and caused problems. I was fine with pushing those aside and forgetting about them.

“Didn’t you ever hear that saying… something about the journey being better than the destination? Getting into detail will just screw things up and get all messy. Lets just enjoy it.” I nodded entirely and snuggled up close to him, resting my forehead gently against his chest. “I couldn’t agree any better, babe.” I said with a gentle smile as I shut my eyes contently. His next set of words made me tense and freeze and exhale slowly. “What happened with Gage?” he asked me. I waited a few moments to think about how to put it. Finally, I knew it would be a long story.

“well.. you know the whole story with Gage, Alex, and I being all childhood friends? Well.. Gage and I were in love, but he up and left. I found myself happy with Alex Shaw. But that fucking kid broke my spirit, yeah.. uhm, Gage came back, found out I was with Alex even though I never wanted to be. Both of them left. I don’t know, they just kind of ditched me here alone. I just spent the past few months since them with a barbed wire fence around my heart and everything. But I can’t help the feeling of wanting.. to be wanted..” I said, strong at first but the closer I got to the end, the more shaky and uncomfortable I got to the whole conversation. I bit down on my lower lip and just stayed in that way. Huddled down mostly into myself, just barely my forehead brushing by his chest.

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THAN BED SHEETS AND BLANKETS, FULL OF LIES.
WILL THEY EVER LEARN?

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; THE SONG IS SO IRONIC. xD chess has green eyes >3
translation; --
inspiration; green eyes don’t lie – envy on the coast.

[isaac clarke]

GREEN EYES, YOURE THE ONE THAT I WANTED TO FIND & ANYONE WHO TRIED
( TO DENY YOU MUST BE OUT OF THEIR MIND )

It wasn't until this very moment that Isaac noticed a feature about Chess he never paid much attention to before. He was ashamed, in a sense because he normally will always notice a persons eyes before anything else, but for whatever reason Isaac never noticed the color of hers. He assumed it was because there was much more to her appearance then just beautiful green eyes, as where with everyone else it was one of the only interesting things about them. Isaac always believed that a person's eyes could tell you a story, and her green orbs sent a wave of concern and caution through his thoughts. The color green portrays so many different things in life. It was the rarest of eye colors, which gave Isaac the impression that she was one of a kind, as if he didn't know that already. There was, of course that never ending thought of envy, which commonly came hand in hand with the color. He also read in some medieval stories over the years that green was the color of love. Not red, not pink, but green. He didn't read much into it at this moment, his bright brown eyes not wanting to peel away from from hers.

As they lay comfortably beneath his sheets, he finally let his eyes look away from hers as his arm resided around her, his hand gently rubbing her side. As he listened to her agree with what he had said he felt a bit relieved. He had only had a relationship remotely similar to this one once before in his life, and when he tried to get a no strings no titles for the two the girl split. Called him a pig, said all he wanted was sex and cared about nothing and no one but himself. He wasn't mad at her for it because it was the truth. He was a selfish bastard and he wasn't going to ignore that basic fact about him. He grinned, placing a kiss on her forehead when she proclaimed that titles were overrated. It was nice, for once in his life, to have someone who was actually on the same page as him rather than thinking the complete opposite. It just prove even more that Chess was an amazing woman, at lest in his eyes. He knows that others would have frowned upon their decision to keeps things strictly casual, but he wasn't going to be the one to complain. Not to mention he didn't see anything wrong with it, only society did really.

The question continued to eat at his mind about what happened with her and Gage. If there was some major issue or problem with her that he should have been aware of. Of course she wouldn't admit to something like that, but at lest if he got the story he could draw his own conclusions. He bit his bottom lip for a moment after asking her what had happened, realizing that he could have said it in a better way. But the damage was done now, and as she began to talk Isaac remained silent, taking in all the words and details she gave. He only knew some of the story, and even that was little to nothing. He nodded slightly when she mentioned them all being childhood friends, which was all he really knew. She gave a basic outline of what had happened, and Isaac still remained silent. He was processing - how could they do that to her? Up and leave like nothing had ever happened, like she was nothing. The thought made his anger fume slightly, but it was hard to be angry when he had someone as beautiful as her laying next to him. He caught the shaky and uncomfortable feelings she had as the continued further into the explanation, Isaac almost feeling bad about asking. Almost. But he always believed that you shouldn't be upset with things that happened in your life. It's what makes you who you are. He looked down at her, her face buried and her forehead lightly touching his chest.

"The bond between childhood friends is always stronger than any other friend you'll have," was the first thing he said in attempt of making her feel slightly better. It was more than understandable to be so closed off after that experience, at lest Isaac thought so. "Even if they just up and left you like a bad habit. What the fuck is wrong with them?" he asked, knowing that he was a hypocrite in a sense. "I mean I do it all the time. But I wouldn't to you. All those other girls are just notches in my bed post. They clearly don't know what they're missing," he spoke, his thoughts coming smoothly from his lips as he tried to make her feel better on the subject, but more so tried to justify his own emotional standing with Chess. "Someday they'll come back - watch. One of them will at lest, and I bet it'll be Gage," he said, laughing slightly under his breath. "I swear to whatever god you believe in that I'll beat him back with my bare hands," he vowed, feeling protective over Chess. She deserved better, and even though he knew that better wasn't him he could at lest be a real friend and prove to her that he is there. Forever. Or for however long she wanted him around. He sighed, still holding her as close as he could while he thought of something more to say. "Heartache and love is one of the best and worst things on the plant. I wish I experience it in my life. But you know how that goes .." he grinned slightly, mocking his own self destructive behavior in relationships and with woman, hoping it would make her feel better about her love life. At lest she had one before. He knew that she would disagree with that statement, but love was the only thing Isaac had been searching for. He would give almost anything to feel the way she did right now.

Isaac removed his hand from her side for a moment and brought her chin up so her face was no longer buried beneath heartbreak and regret. He smiled at her, placing his forehead on hers. "C'mon, green eyes," he said, mentioning the eyes that he recently became very fond of. He spoke again, his words this time more thought out than the last time he just spat something out at her. what he was about to say he meant in every sense of the phrase - sexually or in a friendly manner.

"I'll always want you."

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`status; URG. I fail. /face wall sorry it took so long, haha. And it's kinda shitty. >.>
` lyrics; Green Eyes - Coldplay

[Chess Lincoln]

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SOMETIMES IT LASTS IN LOVE,

I couldn’t help but to stay in my state of self comfort staying curled up slightly in Isaacs chest. It was comforting, but I didn’t want to seem like I needed him to stay comforted of issues that were months old. And the silence was killing me slowly inside until I felt his breath on me and his head shifting. Then his words reverberated in my ears and I instantly felt some comfort. “The bond between childhood friends is always stronger than any other friend you’ll have.” I took a deep breath, listening intently. “Even if they just up and left you like a bad habit. What the fuck is wrong with them? I mean, I do it all the time. But I wouldn’t to you. All those other girls are just notches in my bed post. They clearly don’t know what they’re missing. Someday they’ll come back – watch. One of them will, at lest, and I bet it’ll be Gage.” His words made me tense slightly.

“I swear to whatever god you believe in that I’ll beat him back with my bare hands.” His words pretty much vaporized the tenseness of my muscles as I shifted some. Looking up at him with a faint smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t help but to feel better because of everything. Just everything he said had its way of making me feel like I could be on top of the world. Then again, the more I thought about it, the more that I didn’t want to be on top of the world if he wasn’t there to share it beside me. I took a deep breath and lowered my gaze before he said something to follow up and it attracted my bright green eyes right back to his gorgeous face. “Heartache and love is one of the best and worst things on the planet. I wish I experienced it in my life, but you know how that goes..” His smile couldn’t help but to make my little smile grow a tiny bit. “I disagree entirely, darling. But I think you already know that.” I said softly, feeling way better already. He knew exactly what to say to make me feel almost like there wasn’t anything wrong with the world. I simply lowered my head again and faced down when the silence overtook us.

Feeling his hand move from my side only to appear around my chin to gently lift my face up; I gazed at him lovingly and longingly. I just smiled lightly at him as he rested his forehead on mine. My bright green eyes gazing into his stunning eyes. “C’mon, green eyes.” I smiled slightly bigger. “I’ll always want you.” He said and I just couldn’t help but to glance at his lips for a second. “Someone has to, don’t they? I can promise you something, though.” I paused, clearing my throat and my smile faded with the seriousness of my voice. My eyes gazing into his own. “I’ll always want you too.” I resulted with a gentle smile, leaning in slightly and planting a small kiss on his lips. My mind getting caught up with the chemistry of the moment and the lullaby of his voice, serenading me in love.

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BUT SOMETIMES IT HURTS INSTEAD.

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; sorry for the crappiness Dx!!!!!!!
translation; --
inspiration; someone like you - adele

[isaac clarke]

I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE - PROMISES, PROMISES.
BUT I'M ENJOYING THE ILLUSION AND THE THINGS MY BODY SAYS.
NOW YOU SEE ME, NOW YOU DON'T, HOW WELL YOU DISAPPEAR
WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING FROM AND MAY I INTERFERE?

This entire morning had went much better than Isaac expected. To be honest he wasn't sure what he expected except a possible not interested Chess and a day alone in his bedroom. But instead he was laying in his bed with his favorite ally, she wrapped up in his arms like he was never going to see her again. Definitely not what he thought would happen, but none the less he was happy that things went the way they did. This was the first time that Isaac didn't send a girl home after a night of passion, and the first time he would manage to be around someone for more than 24 hours. This whole morning was just .. perfect. Chess was perfect, the temperature of his bedroom was perfect and the connection between the two was perfect.

Isaac's mind wondered to the time for a brief second, knowing that it must have been 10, 11 in the morning and well aware that the two probably weren't going to leave his bed let alone his apartment today. He was more than fine with this, it isn't like he had plans, and even if he did he would have blown them off to spend it with her. Isaac has wasted many days in his bed, hung over or just too lazy to get out and do anything. This was the first time he actually had company.The medication that Isaac swallowed not long ago was doing exactly what it was suppose to, his headache nothing more than a dull roar in his head. The empty feeling in the pit of his stomach was something he was use to and easily ignored, Isaac not paying it any attention. He grinned at Chess, nodding. "Look at us, a couple of sexy people," he grinned welcoming her kiss at her assurance that he was always wanted by her as well. It gave a little bit of a boost to his ego, his stomach fluttering with butterflies. He's gotten compliments of this nature before, but never from someone that meant something. Even though Isaac was doing his very best to push the 'more than a friend' feelings from his mind they still affected him. "I can't say I blame you. I mean I am a stud muffin," he nodded in a matter of fact kind of way, laughing about it softly afterward hoping she caught the mocking behavior. He wasn't that full of himself.

There was another moment of silence, Isaac comfortable with them not even saying a word. Isaac couldn't stop smiling, realizing that as he and Chess lay so close together he must of looked like a grinning idiot. He kissed her again, this one more passionate and lasting then the small kiss she had placed on his lips moments ago. He can't be so close to her and not kiss her for more then a certain amount of time. It was just impossible. Pulling back he grinned devilishly, a mischievous thought coming across his mind as they lay beneath his red sheets. In one swift motion he switched their position, he now on top of her, his grin never fading. "Now we have something serious to discuss .." he started, his eyes traveling down her body for a moment before returning to her stunning green eyes. "I think it's time I got a proper sober look at that tattoo of yours .." he said, completely prepared to rip her top off himself. "I don't think you want me to force you. I'll tickle," he threatened, completely unaware if Chess was even ticklish, but it was generally a good threat to most girls. They normally were extremely ticklish.
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`status; I love your post! haha <3 Mine is kinda short >.>
` lyrics; promises, promises - incubus

[Chess Lincoln]

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WE STOPPED CHECKING FOR MONSTERS UNDER THE BED,

The comfort level that I was feeling was more than perfect. I couldn’t help but to notice how everything fell in such a content fantastic way. It almost seemed like nothing was going to go wrong. My headache had magically disappeared, almost like someone flipped a switch within my mind. That, or I was so focused on Isaac that I felt nothing but my heart pounding louder beneath my chest whenever he touched me. Either way, it seemed like everything was going to be perfect and no one could bring me down or bring any of the bad thoughts in my head around. Everything bad just seemed to evaporate. Even more so when I heard his words.

“Look at us, a couple of sexy people.” I nodded slightly, grinning. “You know it, sweetie.” My Finnish words purring from my lips after the kiss. I felt my body relax completely. I was just relaxed and at so much ease, comforted by the warmth of his body and scarlet sheets. I rested gently against him, taking gentle breaths filled with ounces of contentness. “I can’t say I blame you, I mean I am a stud muffin.” I couldn’t help but to exhale with slight laughter. “So I see. Though, darling, I can’t deny the fact that you are as sweet as a muffin.” I couldn’t help but to grin sheepishly like a playful kitten before the silence overcame us and I gazed at him with bright eyes full of wonder and happiness. The best I’d felt in so many years.

I resided my mind back to reality until it was forced back up in the clouds when he kissed me back. I just let it continue. I wrapped my arms a little closer around him before he pulled away and I bit down gently on my lower lip, flipping my lip ring from side to side to side. I raised an eyebrow slightly before I noticed his smile and the sudden movement caused me to get a bright curious look. I just squeaked lightly before his words hit me and I laughed before it made sense. “Now, we have something serious to discuss.. I think it’s time I got a proper sober look at that tattoo of yours.” I nodded with a grin. “You seem like you might have fun. Have at it, Tiger.” I offered a wink to him. “I don’t think you want me to force you, I’ll tickle.” He threatened me and my eyebrow raised mischeviously. “Have at it. I’m in no protest.. so no tickling will be necessary, dear.” I playfully stuck my tongue out at him for a moment before reaching up and beginning to pull on the little bow that held the ribbons on of the corset. My eyes travelling from his eyes down and back up to him before I gave up on the corset with content, and gently pulled his left hand and rested it on my stomach with a smirk.

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WHEN WE REALIZED THEY WERE INSIDE US.

outfit; here.
tagged; Isaac Clarke
notes; ish okay! :3 OH, the tattoo that he drew for her is in my sig! When she’s lying down, it’s the only one on her stomach. xD
translation; --
inspiration; unknown quote.

[isaac clarke]

IF IT CAME DOWN TO IT WOULD YOU HIGH-TAIL IT HOME AND HIDE?
( OR DANCE ON FIRE AND ENJOY THE RIDE )

Every time words left chess's lips it sent shivers up and down Isaac's spine. He loved her accent so very much. Listening to her talk was almost mesmerizing, it was almost like a form or art coming from her. The urge to just attack her bones was resisted in the best he could, keeping his mind focused on the fact that he got to finally see his artwork so that he remembered it in every fine detail. To think that the two went to his bed with the intent of going to sleep seeme almost silly now, the two playfully flirting with each other and enjoying the company. Isaac knew secretly that sleep was never going to come for the two, even though their hangovers controlled every part of their senses not a half hour ago in the living room. It's amazing what the power of medication and fun can do to a person's sickly feelings.

Eager as always, Isaac's lazy eyes focused on Chess, overly joyed as she didn't resist his blunt invitation to get her half naked in his bed again. It was all part of his plan really, for a potential repeat performance of last night, though he did really want to see the tattoo. He needed to judge it, see if his geisha drawing was done justice. If Chess did it herself he knew it would have been, but he imagines tattooing yourself - specifically on your stomach - being rather difficult. He raised his eyebrows devilishly, still wanting to know if Chess was ticklish. It could prove to be a useful strategy against her in the future. "Ah, so you are ticklish then?" he inquired, moving his position so that the corset could get off her in a more graceful manner, though he knew that would be difficult. Isaac only remove a corset one other time in his life and that was about 12 hours ago when he was drunk. He was surprised he managed to get it then, but none the less impressed with his skills. He was relieved when she basically did most of the work, allowing her hand to place his on top of her stomach where the tattoo resided.

"Wow," he remarked, noting he didn't have the best view of it. So in the most sexual manner that he could Isaac kissed Chess on the lips, then down the front of her body until he reached the tattoo. He laid on her comfortably so he could get a better look. His fingers traced the outline of the tattoo, remembering the day he drew it for her. It was a fun day, Isaac remembering it vividly. The day was spent at her apartment, the thunder and lighting making Isaac not want to go outside because of his awkward fear of thunderstorms, so Chess kept him company to calm his shaky nerves. To keep his mind off the storm she asked him to draw her something and bam! The rest is history. When she mentioned getting it tattooed on her he never thought she actually would, but the fact she did meant the world to him. He was positive he told her this last night when she first told him she got it done, but he felt it necessary to reiterate the compliment. "This really means a lot that you got this done," he said with a smile, looking back up to her for a moment before looking back to the tattoo. "I wish I could return the favor ..." he said, knowing that he couldn't really do anything as amazing as getting his artwork tattooed on your being. That shit is permanent! "But I'll draw you whatever you want!" he offered in return, grinning as he lifted himself up again so that his face was in front of hers.

"It came out wonderful - better than the blurry memory I remember," he grinned, eyes shifting to the covers when he spotted the corset laying on the bed. He grabbed it quickly before tossing it off the bed to the corner of the room. "You don't need that," he justified himself, grinning slightly before rolling off her again and onto her right side. He laid on his side and kept his arm around her waist, one arm holding up his head. "So when are you doing my new tattoo, hmm?" he asked.
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`status; Isaac is such a dog haha c;
` lyrics; pendulous threads - incubus