Jeremy and Del

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She follows Jeremy up to his room, wrapping arms around him from behind when they get there and kissing the back of his neck. Tip-toes, but she can do it.

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"YOu ArE ToO nicE tO mE." Soft, smiling. "YoU aRe PerFeCt, YoU KnOw. My PeRfEcT JeREmY."

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

I'm not perfect. I'm a thoroughly fucked up human who doesn't even begin to deserve you.

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"Oh YeS. YoU dO." Leans in and kisses him fiercely before backing slightly away. "I KnoW fUcKed Up. I mAkE fUcKed Up. NoT yOu. NoT lIkE SoMe ArE."

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

There are different kinds of fucked up than the kind you make, Del.

*He takes a step closer to her and begins rubbing her back gently.*

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"ThEn I lIkE yOuR KiNd BeSt." Hands on his hips, a thumb rubbing the slight hollow one makes.

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

*He presses firmly on her lower back and moves forward, pulling her hips against his. Her breasts brush gently against his chest and he cups her face with one hand, leaning down to kiss her.*

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She sighs into his mouth and tastes him, and he tastes so very good, eyes closing contentedly as she rubs her hips, her groin, against his. Touch is too good.

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

*Wensley moans and rubs against her in return, one hand beginning to caress her back.*

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She giggles and [reaches around with her mind that's not exactly a mind pulls tight wraps up and strokes] and murmurs, "LoVe. YoU."

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

*He is breathless.*

Love you too.

Should we... bed?

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Giggles and nods. "Mmmhmm. YeS. ThAt Is a GoOd PlAn."

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

*Not wanting to let go of her, he carefully walks forward, guiding her until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed.*

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She tugs him down with her, giggling again. This is. Fun. Good. Lack words.

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

*He props himself up above her on one elbow and kisses her. With his other hand, he begins fumbling cautiously with the button on her pants.*

[silver_flecks]

Beams at him, then frowns a little. "StIlL, um, ScArEd?"

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

He considers this.

"Yeah. But in a good way. In an 'oh my god, if I blink, I'm afraid she'll disappear' way."

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"I WoN't. WoN'T. MaKe SuRe I wOn'T." Kisses his forehead. "WaNt To. Be WiTh YoU."

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

"I want to be with you, too."

He kisses her gently on the forehead, the nose, each of her eyes, and finally on her lips.

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"I aM. ScArEd." She admits it very quietly because she just realizes that she is and she shouldn't be. Breathes in and out because it's nice, not because she needs to, and holds him tightly.

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

He strokes her hair gently.

"What are you afraid of, Del?"

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"'FrAiD yOu'Ll LeAvE."

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

"I won't. Of course I won't. Why would I leave you, Del?"

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"BrOkEd."

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

He brushes her hair back from her face.

"I love you, Del. I think you are beautiful, and utterly amazing, and the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't care if you're broken."

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Whispers, "DoN'T wAnNa bE bRoKeN fOr YoU."