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Post by KAZTELLA JACKIE RANE on Feb 6, 2011 3:12:28 GMT -5
What a boring day in North Shore, Kaztella thought to herself. Today was one of the four days of the week she worked at the local tattoo parlour. Since she didn't have any classes today, her boss had booked her with the longest shift she'd had to date, twelve hours locked in the hot little shop with windows so people could peer in and look at her without her even knowing. It put her a little off edge, normally Kaztella didn't mind the shop, she liked it actually. She'd lived all over the country, and everywhere things were at least a little bit different but tattoo shops weren't. They all smelled like antibotics, had art plastered all over the walls, and came with the comforting buzz of a gun adding ink to someone. Typically they were her safe heaven, but today nothing had happened, and it was starting to grate her nerves. No one had walked in or called, nothing at all, and it was only herself at the shop alone. After an hour, she'd memorized the work scheduale for the next week and began flipping threw some of the art books, some of her work and some of others who worked with her.
Some of the art was impressive, intrcit, she could tell they would take hours to transfer and those colors, she couldn't resist smiling at the idea of putting that on herself. Shaking her head and letting her hair fly in every which direction, she sighed and resigned herself to one of the many couches in the waiting area, grabbing a magazine and trying to at least look like she was content with this postion instead of praying someone came in with god forbid another cover up tattoo, it replused her just how many people came into the shop needing so, and so's name taken off their body or to fix and remove some drunken half thought out idea. The magazine grew boring and a pen found it's way into her hand and with a pen came ideas that started to crawl out of her mind, and be drawn out onto her flesh. She smiled as the felt moved against her skin and left black trails she didn't know what she was drawing but sometimes the simple act of drawing was enough for her, this was one of those moments.
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Post by willow on Feb 8, 2011 9:56:29 GMT -5
Willow was bored out of her mind; she didn’t have anything to do so she decided to head in to town. She had no plans and no idea where she was going, she was just going to let her feet carry her where ever they wanted. She wasn’t really picky. She liked to just go with the flow that was just the type of person that she was. Waltzing around town, she ducked in to a couple of shops picking up a few things for herself along the way. Her long, lean legs were definitely getting a work out as she moved from block to block. Her brown gaze made its way to a familiar looking shop and a slow grin spread across her face. A few shopping bags littered her arms as she moved to the door and pulled open the door. The dinging above her alarmed whoever was inside that someone was coming in. She had been contemplating getting her first tattoo, but she didn’t know if she was going to be able to do it or not. She was a little scared of needles, as much as she hated to admit it, but the idea of getting a tattoo excited her just a little bit. She had come in a time or two before and looked around but didn’t get anything. She had chatted up a few of the people inside trying to get a feel for the place. She knew that it was a good place, because she happened to know one of the workers there. One that she happened to know quite well.
Stepping inside, she looked around and spotted the blonde young woman and grinned a bit. Walking over towards her she pressed her lips together before letting the bags slip off of her arms and on to the couch that was in the lobby for customer’s to wait at. The blonde was sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to her own skin as she started to draw absently, tilting her head a little bit when Kaz didn’t notice her right away, she slid on to the couch and just sat there watching her for a few moments as she watched the felt tip pen move over Kaz’s beautiful skin. Grinning, she sat there, still unnoticed for now and contently watched as Kaztella drew on herself. There was no one else in the shop, it was rather empty, but it was a weekday after all. Shrugging the thought away, Willow leaned in and kissed Kaz’s neck softly; wanting the blonde’s attention on her. She was selfish, she wouldn’t deny the fact, but she liked Kaz a lot and wanted all of her attention whenever she could get it (though she tried to get everyone’s attention most of the time). Smiling as she pulled back slightly, she let one hand slip down Kaz’s side and gripping her thigh. How’s my favorite girl? She smiled softly, licking her lips a little bit as she sat back on the couch, her blonde head resting back against the leather.
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Post by KAZTELLA JACKIE RANE on Feb 8, 2011 19:15:34 GMT -5
Sharpies. whoever had invented them was a smart man...or woman whatever, kaz didn't mind either way. all she knew was how to love a sharpie, how to move it across her skin and every other surface gracefully so that whatever she was invisioning from her mind transfered. it wasn't always perfect but it was always her own thoughts and to her that was what mattered, having her own art not being a copy of anyone else of anything else. the shapes quickly danced into forms on her skin what'd started out as a blob was growing to have more defining features a skeleton with a top hat on her forearm it wasn't that elegant other than the rose she'd placed in his mouth with a smirk on her face. drawing forced her to loose herself inside of it, she welcomed the inpenatrable bubble that enclosed around her as she drew focusing on the details not carrying about anything, like the stupid faces she was sure she was making as she drew the little details trying her best not to mess up. sharpies only flaw...not eraseable.
sometimes her thought was a maze, nothing could pull her out, few things put her in this zone. sowing, dealing with her brother, and drawing. nothing could break her out of that zone once she was there, typically, nothing. except of course being physically touched, her eyes blinked at the feeling of lips on her neck her whole body freezing as a list of people who it could have been rushed threw her head, until her eyes looked up and found the body, smile, and voice of wllow next to her. her mind registered the hand on her thigh, and a tingling feeling burst threw out her nervous system, setting her cheeks to burn with a blush wondering how long willow had been there watching her. willow was always a welcome sight for her eyes too find, for her hands to explore and touch. she was a wonderful discovery for kaztella finding willow, the way she made her feel inside, like there were so many butterflies, and she couldn't help but blush and be happy around willow. her heart pounded when she was around willow, when she got to touch this girl, she couldn't help it, yet she didn't know how much she'd missed being around willow until she was away from her, until she pulled herself out of bed and she just wanted to fall back in with her and snuggle and say fuck work, and the world. willow in her bed was all that she desired at night, and she got it. her lips spread out in a smile when she noticed who it was, resisting the urge to squeal at the sight of willow and take her into her arms from happiness, willow was her saviour from boredum and no one else could have been better to do the job.
before she could return any words, her lips took it on themselves to have their own personal misson to grab willows and kiss her now that she was here and she could touch her. she hadn't realized how much she'd missed her till she was there, snaking her arms around willows hips being careful with her drawn on arm so not to smudge it on willlow. using her dry and blank arm to pull willows body into hers, no one was here and she wouldn't have cared if they were, as she captured her lips again, pouting and looking in willows eyes. how long have you been there? she asked inquiring the information, she needed to make up for having ignored willow, sighing and leaning back still touching her but loosely not commanding her. i'm much better now that you're here she sucked in a deep breath and looked over the shopping bags she smirked and looked at her, shopping bring you here? she asked wondering waht the girl had been doing anywhere outside of her bed. kaztella had been resisting the urge for days now to strap her down to the bed, lock her door and just stay there, willow looked best with her clothes off.
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Post by willow on Feb 9, 2011 10:42:04 GMT -5
Willow’s entire world had flipped upside down when she met the Rane twins. There was no doubt about that. First it had been Kaztella; she had been so captivating, so beautiful and there was just something about her that Willow couldn’t deny. She didn’t want to. Kaztella had been a breath of fresh air in her life and she had finally found someone who was willing to accept her the way that she was. Things had heated up quickly between them and it had gone from a few romps in the bedroom to something much more than that. She liked that though, she had always wanted to feel special to someone and Kaz always made her feel like that. The girl provided her with so much that no one else had and she wasn’t going to let that go anytime soon. Sure, she had always preferred to be single and ready to mingle, but when you find something special you have to hold on to it, no matter what and that was exactly what Willow planned on doing.
He gaze moved over Kaz as she watched her drawing on her arm. She couldn’t help but smile and tilted her head looking the blonde over slowly as she finally realized she was there. Grinning from ear to ear, she licked her lips and tilted her head to signify that yeah she was here. It wasn’t long before their lips were meeting and their bodies were pressed together. There was no one else there at the moment, so it wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong – not that Willow really minded any way. She didn’t always follow the rules, that was one of the reasons she was in Kingsford in the first place. Her parents were tired of her disobeying them and doing whatever she wanted, so they shipped her off to live with her aunt and uncle. Pushing the thought away, she focused her attention on Kaztella and smiled a little bit as her hands moved up the other girl’s sides, pulling away just slightly. Laughing softly she lifted a shoulder, A couple of minutes, you know I love watching you work. Willow stated off-handedly. It was true, Willow had laid on Kaz’s bed many-a-time and just watched her creative juices take flight. She could never take her eyes off of the other woman when she went in to one of her creative sprees. She liked it though, she loved watching her work and it only seemed to make her more and more interested in the other girl. Letting out a soft sigh, as she looked over Kaz, she grinned deeply. I didn’t want to scare you or anything by sneaking up on you, she commented. Glancing over at the bags she nodded her head a little bit and licked her lips, A little retail therapy, the house was getting a little stuffy so I just wanted to get out. She stated and lifted a shoulder. It was odd being alone in the house when Kaz wasn’t there, and of course on top of that there was always Toliver to hang out with, but sometimes a girl just needed to shop and get away.
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Post by KAZTELLA JACKIE RANE on Feb 9, 2011 19:05:23 GMT -5
Kaztella would be the first person to tell you that moving here, hadn't been a happy choice for her to make. she'd hated everything about this place when they first moved, hated the beach, hated the people, the weather everything. coming from the cold and classy portland where she'd finally fit in, thriving with artist and music it'd been her own personal paradise and of course there had been jude. her heart still pounded at the sound of his name, her nails found themselves carving out half moons in her palms to distract herself with physical pain so she wouldn't cry about loosing him when she thought about it. kaztella had lost everything in the move here, but her brother, toliver she'd needed to get him straight, she'd needed to fix him and get him off the drugs and anywhere he knew a dealer wasn't going too work out there weren't many options where to run, but they'd ran and here they were. everything had sucked for the longest time and she'd sworn it always would here, here the one place her brother wanted to stay had nothing for her...until she'd met willow. just a one night stand that'd gone on longer than she thought it was ever going too, until willow was someone who was constantly around and being without became suffocating. her presence was intoxicating to know her was to love her, to see her was to be captivated by her, and to touch her was to inspire desire. willow embodied temptation for kaztella she was a fantastic muse, inspiring and captivating she'd become something that tied her down here. something that made her steps longer, as she linger in her home, contemplating when she should arrive at work or to ravish her girlfriend with another round of tender love and care. the real world was becoming more of and intrusion then an escape, willow was a wonderland her personal playground. she made this place bearable for her to stay in one spot because when her eyes opened finally she had willow she had something worth being around for.
In the desert men often see mirages, images projected from there minds, delusions that danced across the vast landscape that lay in front of them, showing there desires hidden in a valley rich for there pillaging. kaz sometimes thought she saw things that were clearly not there, her mind showed what she wanted, thought in pictures, flashes, images, colors sometimes. willow being there was like a question, staring at the beauty that was her girlfriend and thinking about everything she felt for her, it seemed like only fantasy would make sense, something so perfect and happy couldn't be real, but that look when she tilted her head, and the feeling like a shiver, a spark running under her arm and shooting sparks, giving her fireworks from the briefs of touches all of it gave her proof of willow being there. her perfection had only seemed to be solidified to kaztella by her lack of ability, her ineptness, her pure blankness when she looked at willow, when she tried to capture her on a canvas, in any medium, she was like a snowflake every replication of her beauty just felt to fake and unreal, she despise of them all, yet she was consistent with her attempts as willow had witnessed, she was manic with her work. an idea was born and she had to thrust it into the world before she became mad with the idea and it ran rampant, the dress had to be fitted together now when she could see it, the paints needed to be out in case she saw something once more, the bed was in her hand so she could be taken away with her thoughtful whims and yet willow would be silent and watch here as she manic it was a comforting thing to have her there, right now nothing was flowing correctly tho so being kissed made her feel better then the marker in her hand, the pins attached to her shoes for in case, or the paint stains on her purse, willows body comforted her. running a hand threw her hair she frowned, you shoulda told me you were here...I feel bad for ignoring you... she didn't want willow to think she wasn't important. kaztella knew she was loud, she was outspoken, but she wasn't the best at expressing her emotions, she was scared that willow wouldn't know what she meant to her, scared that willow would leave and she would become unanchored from the reality she'd been so weakly tied too so she touched willow and the physical connection comforted her. you can always surprise me. just be careful. i wouldn't wanna mark that cute outfit she warned, she wasn't always careful looking where her hands went, they had their own minds and she loved to indulge them in whatever spree they chose to invoke, still she swallowed at the sight of the bags, not saying anything. the concept of being sick of home was foreign to her thanks too many nights on the street but she took her word for it. anything for me too see? right on que her hands hugged willows curves and traces her body as close as they could touching her sides and sliding down, joking obviously from the joyous smile on her face, willow was with her and nothing could go wrong with being with willow nothing. the world felt right....it felt settled and calm nothing was spinning under her feet and going out of control. can you stick around here if you want for a while? till i go home and make tolly food. he's still hungover from some party so i promised him dinner, but as you can see... she gestured around the room rolling her eyes. i'm so busy and craving your sweet attention. her lips formed a pout as she poured out the words and nuzzled willows neck, biting once and sucking on the skin pulling it up, she would mark willow everywhere as her own if she thought the other female would approve of it, tell the world to back off but she was civil for now, nothing was setting off alarms and for now she was good with this.
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Post by willow on Feb 10, 2011 15:32:31 GMT -5
Willow’s life only seemed to get more and more complicated the longer she stayed with her parents. That was one of the reasons she had decided to return to Kingsford to visit her cousin and her aunt and uncle for the summer. She thought she’d try the place on for size and see if she liked it or not. At first, she found that it was kind of boring and she wasn’t sure if she liked it, then she started to go out and meet some of the local people and she started to feel like she was fitting in. It had been a long time since Willow actually felt like she fit in somewhere. Then… then she met Kaztella. The blonde woman had turned her entire world upside down and inside out. She wasn’t mad about that at all though, Kaz had showed her things that she had experienced and for that she was grateful. She really wanted things to work out between them, because she had never felt so much for someone before. It almost scared her sometimes. It was a nice feeling though, to feel that love, the desire that you could have towards someone else. It filled her with joy every time she let her gaze fall on the other blonde.
Willow was an observer a lot of the time, she liked to sit back and just watch as things took place. Of course that was different when she was out and trying to sink her claws in to her next victim, but she wasn’t on the prowl anymore, she was happily taken by the beautiful girl sitting next to her and in her arms. She was perfectly content with that. She hoped that it would stay this way for awhile, because she didn’t really know how she would handle losing Kaztella. Right now, Kaz was the only thing that was holding her life together. She may not show it much, mostly because she didn’t really know how to, but she did. Willow cared about Kaztella more than anything in the world and she didn’t want that to be affected by anything at all. She was pretty certain that her heart would shatter in to a thousand different pieces if anything were to go wrong between the two of them. She wouldn’t survive it, she didn’t think she would. She hated being so dependent on someone, but she couldn’t help it. Kaztella had been practically taking care of her since she started seeing her and she liked it. She liked that she was taking care of her and loving her the way that she was. She didn’t want to lose that. Willow was sure that she wouldn’t ever find it again if she lost it. That dreadful feeling washed over her at the sheer thought of it and she pushed it to the back of her blonde head, she didn’t want to dwell on that right now. She wanted to hang on to Kaz for as long as she possibly could and she wasn’t going to let it go easily. She’d put up the fight of the century to keep her.
Willow smiled deeply at Kaz’s words and shook her head slightly, brushing her fingers along the side of her face, I wasn’t here that long, babe. It’s okay, really. You know I love watching you. She bit down on her bottom lip and leaned in, kissing her softly. She never wanted to stop kissing Kaz. There was just something she loved about those lips that she just couldn’t get enough of. She wanted to hang on to it and relish in the feeling of her lips against her own. If she could stay like this forever, she would be eternally happy. Nothing could ever feel better than the way she felt right now, with her body tangled with Kaz’s… well she had felt better, but they had been in the same situation, just without all the pesky clothing on their bodies. Shaking her head slightly, she kissed down Kaz’s neck as she spoke up, not really caring that anyone could walk through the door at that very moment. She would happily kiss her girlfriend in front of anyone, not caring what they thought about her or the situation. Licking her lips, she smiled and nodded her head, You can ruin any outfit of mine, as long as it means I get to have you this close.. Willow smiled deeply and brushed her fingers through Kaz’s hair, kissing her nose gently.
Her gaze moved over to the bags of things that littered the couch next to her. She let one hand reach out and play with one of the bags, before looking back over at her. I bought a few things I think you might like. She grinned deeply and leaned in to kiss her softly. I’ll have to model them for you when we get home. She stated casually. Licking her lips she looked up at Kaz a bit and nodded her head as she spoke Of course I’ll stick around. I can’t have my favorite girl sitting around bored out of her mind. Maybe… just maybe she’ll even give me a tattoo? She questioned softly. She had been thinking about it more and more lately, and if she wanted anyone to do it, it was definitely Kaz. The only person that she truly ever trusted. Smiling at her girlfriend, she brushed her fingers over her sides and leaned in to kiss her slowly and thoroughly, the feeling of her body close to hers was setting her on fire. Mmm… I should stop before I decide to rip your clothes off… She grinned widely and nuzzled in to Kaz’s neck.
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Post by KAZTELLA JACKIE RANE on Feb 12, 2011 18:16:13 GMT -5
It was the smaller touches that they shared, fingers tangled in hair, breaths on necks, lips just touching skin, fingers locking together. it was those moments more than anything that set willow apart from the world for kaztella that made her flutter about around the room, her heart rushed and her face flushes at the apperance of butterflies, mouth, and other winged creatures that spread out threw her internal systems and filled her with tingly's. they spoke without saying a word, their eyes locked, their lips perched at a smile, ready to quickly unravel a novel of thought from the mouth, and finding infinite ways to give subtitle hints that spoke to her and told her body to respond in the ways that she was supposed to be directed. it was the small touches that made her heart race every damn time, sex was fantastic, kissing was extrodinary, holding her was like discovering the sun for the first time after being locked in the dark for all of her life but it was the small touches that meant something to her, it was more then sex it was affection, so her lips turned into a smile, as she shivered when willow's fingers touched her face, one touch and she was ready to kiss her, marry her, remember every curve of her body she tugged the girl closer to her body, longing for more and that was the power of the small touch, to fed the beast without letting it gorge and be over fed, no touch between them was ever enough when she could have more. willow's fingertips on the side of her face made her smile and her words made her smirk, that makes you sound like a stalker she teased before her lips were put to better use cascading onto willows in a kiss.
Shivers. tingles. sparks. whatever you wanted to call those damn little feelings all of them explored her body when willow was there. they found every crevace and space in her being and filled it with a feeling that she couldn't deny, it made her heart melt a little bit, willows lips met her neck and her urges started to bubble under her skin rising slowly like the incoming tide, she bit her lip, resisting the urge to groan. she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation it sent threw her entire being and swallowed. her hands felt the need, and she didn't resist the urge to follow threw with what they wanted. her hands cupped around willows breast gently, messaging them with her thumbs before dragging her hands down willows body resting on her hips to hold willow was close as she possibly could while their clothes remained intact and on them, aggervatingly enough. her thoughts didn't strech out to the fact they were in her work place, that the walls were windows and people could see them she didn't care, hell she wished someone would walk in and talk to them, so she could show off willow and the catch she'd made by getting willow. her lips curved back into her fimiliar smile as she kissed her nose. idea. she stated grinning. if i get something on you, that just means you have to take it off. her lips then met the warm flesh of willow's neck pressing her lips into her skin and kissing down. stopping at the base of her neck and nuzzling the skin softly smelling willows hair and scent trying to memorize every detail of her skin.
Her eyes scanned the bags looking at the labels and trying to remember where those shops were around town, and what they sold but her mind was drawing a blank. she didn't buy many clothes, it was more to move, and she preffered to make her own clothing it fit her better and no one would have what she had still she smiled and kissed willows lips softly for only a heart beat, keep talking i'll close the shop early and let you take me home she winked at her girlfriend smirking, the fun they could have at home she smirked, willow being around was great for many reasons, besides someone who she cared about and generally wanted to be around, she was goregous she was captivating and she was irresistable. kaz listened to her intently, distracted lightly as her fingers trailed from willows hip going down slightly, moving and tugging on willows shirt forcing it to come up just an inch so she could feast her finger tips on the sensation of her flesh, her warmth and everything, it was all right there just under those cloths the idea of taking it all off and leaving willow bare, letting her eyes just stare at her, look at every curve, watch every shadow and light reflect off her body and move, she kissed her again this time more needing, willow kept her sane she was intoxicated by her kisses, leaning back she looked at her, a tattoo? hmm...well i suppose that is what people usually do in here. what would you want? she asked her biting her lower lip wondering what willow would request on her body, what she would want to mar her already perfect skin, she swallowed thinking about it trying to fit an image with her willow she just looked at her looking into her eyes, she would do it, but she needed willow to be sure. this wasn't like sex, art was forever, and putting her art, would be like putting herself onto willows body it would be something that would be there forever the idea was terrifying to think about one person and forever she shook her head and looked down, looking back up. willow would need to be sure,
Temptations were something kaztella was famous, actually the entire rane family was famous for not being able to resist. they gave into their pleasures, taking what they wanted when they wanted it, taking with force if need be, so the idea of her clothing being ripped off, the images of willow naked that floated into her mind were nearly enough to push her off the edge and make her take willow as her woman right then and there. a growl rose from her throat, it was funny because she was human but the effect was still the same and reenstated when she groaned looking willow into the eyes her eyes going wide as a pout landed on her lips before she pressed them to willows neck the same thing she'd done to her. keep it up, i'll strip myself regardless of the windows. her hands rubbed willows back, pulling her shirt up more then before tempted to disgaurd it to the floor now, so she could shower love onto ever square inch of her body. will. she pouted groaning again, pulling away from the other girl so she could cool down, her gaze traveled down the length of willows body slowly taking in every inch of glory that she girl beheld, before sighing and leaning her head against the back of the couch, and sighing, grabbing willows hand allowing them to touch there, as she held her hand, pressing her fingers against her, their hands were the same size, girly, kaz's nails had colors all over them on her finger tips, under her nails, up her arm, paint and charcoal and every other medium she used. she was so dirty next to willow who was clean and pale, prestine in her eyes, she was flithy a commoner, lower than willow who could have been the queen of the world if she damn well wanted too, she swallowed. she was dirty and willow was clean and that was how the world would always see them, she'd turned willow, she'd been the whore before, she'd been the one who'd done it for money, willow had never as far as she knew she swallowed once more, closing her eyes. she wished the world could be blind, so she could just feel willow and not see how imperfect she was in comparison, how she was wrong and corrupting something she felt was so right, biting down on her lip she didn't say anything for a long moment before the words slipped out of her lips, you have no idea what you do to me do you she whispered, her eyes staying closed, she just tried to feel in this moment, and let go of her thoughts, let go of everything not willow.
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Post by willow on Feb 24, 2011 13:59:17 GMT -5
Willow had never been in love before, hell before now she never even believed in love. She thought it was some silly little myth that people talked about and she felt like she was never going to experience it. That was until she met Kaztella and the girl turned her world upside down. She had never experienced anything like this before. What had just been a night of fun had blossomed in to something beautiful. It was something that she had never expected and she sometimes didn’t know how to handle it. Though, the more time she spent with Kaztella the easier it got. Things were just simple when the two of them were together. There was nothing to worry about; there was nothing that got in their way. It was just right. Or at least that’s how it felt for Willow. She could only hope that Kaz felt the same exact way, and she would hold on to that hope for as long as she could. She didn’t want to dare think of losing the other girl. She didn’t think that she could live with herself if she let something come between them. Willow would let Kaz walk all over her if it made her happy. She just didn’t want to lose her and she would cling on to the girl for as long as she would let her.
The soft, simple touches they shared spoke volumes. They didn’t have to be kissing or having sex for their intimacy to be known. Kaztella could simply brush her arm with her fingertips and that all but whispered ‘I love you’ to her. It was pretty much all she needed, her day wasn’t complete without those small looks and that smile Kaz would give her or those little touches that sent her heart pitter-patting all day. There was nothing that could top the way that Kaztella made her feel, she had never experienced a feeling like this before and she wasn’t going to ruin it. Her promiscuous ways were cut off the second that she started to feel something more for Kaz. It just didn’t feel right to be with other people. No, instead she only wanted the blonde girl. She was the only person that Willow had eyes for and she was sure that was never going to change. Stalker, me? Never. She laughed softly and brushed her fingers up Kaztella’s arm soothingly. It felt nice to touch her porcelain skin, it set her mind at ease that she was actually here and that she wasn’t just some figment of her imagination.
Everything about Kaz’s touch was electrifying. It set Willow’s body on fire. Everything just felt so right about it, she just didn’t want it to ever stop. Willow wished that she could just make Kaztella stay at home with her curled up in Kaz’s bed and in to each other. It sounded perfect to her and she wished that it could be like that every day, but she knew better. Kaz had to work and she couldn’t stop her from doing that. She’d come off as too clingy or needy and that would just scare Kaz away. Willow laughed a little bit and shook her head slightly, So you’re going to purposefully spill something on me so I have to take my clothes off? She questioned and then pretended to think about it. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, baby. She grinned as a short clip of the fun they could have ran through her mind like a small porno. Laughing slightly to herself, she tried to shake the thought away and focused on the conversation and the feeling of Kaz’s hands on her body. It was a feeling that she never wanted to forget, and she would imprint it in to her mind for those times that Kaz wasn’t there and her small hands weren’t touching any part of Willow’s body. She felt naked when she didn’t have Kaz around, and not in a good way.
She knew she was becoming attached, but she didn’t realize how bad it was until now. She was glad though, she had never been so in to someone the way she was with Kaz. A grin tugged at her lips as he girlfriend kissed her, she kissed her back slowly and enjoyed their lips meeting. Relishing in the moment until Kaz’s hands moved over her body and those magnificent lips spoke and the words that came along with the grin on her face cause Willow to shudder slightly. There was just something so sexy about the idea of getting naked with Kaz. She wished that they could be naked together all the time, it was just the right thing for them. To be all natural around one another, to be in that simplistic state – no worries about clothes, hair or make up. It wasn’t about that for them, it was so much deeper than that. I can’t say that I’d complain too much if you decided to get naked right here. I’m not going to stop you. She teased playfully and leaned in to kiss Kaz again, letting her teeth drag over the other girl’s bottom lip.
Rubbing her thumbs over Kaz’s arms, she held the girl closer and shrugged her shoulders a little bit when she asked about the tattoo. I don’t know exactly what I want, really. I’ve been thinking about it and I want you to draw me something. I want it to be something that you’ve envisioned. I love your artwork and I think it would be amazing to have something of yours on me. I’d be honored really. She pressed her lips together in thought. Nothing enormous of course, just something maybe this big… She made about a foot or so in length between her hands. I want something meaningful and the only thing that is meaningful to me is you… Willow wasn’t okay with tattooing someone’s name on her body. She had never really been okay with that sort of thing and she felt that it sort of jinxed the whole relationship if you did something like that. So she wasn’t willing to do that, but she loved Kaz’s artwork, and she loved Kaz so that was the only thing that really made sense to her. She wanted Kaz to create something beautiful for her so that she could wear it around and show it off. She didn’t want like a huge piece, but something smaller scaled. Something that could hold some meaning to it rather than just some random picture that she picked out of a book.
What do you think? Do you think you’d be willing to draw something for me? She questioned with a bright smile on her face. She really hoped that Kaz would be behind her decision and she really wanted her girlfriend to be the one to design it. No one else would ever know Willow the way that Kaz did, so it only seemed right. It was the only thing that made sense to her. It was the only thing she could possibly want to mar her body with, it would remind her of the girl that she loved and also possibly define a little bit about who she was to the world. It pieced together in her mind and she could just imagine the beautiful creations that Kaztella could come up with, she couldn’t wait to see what her girlfriend could come up with. It didn’t take long though, that their conversation lightened up and the touches and the kisses were all that mattered at the moment. Willow was definitely okay with that and she relished in the moment. She was never going to forget the moments like this, ever. They meant the world to her and she wasn’t going to do anything to mess it up. Leaning in, she moved to straddle Kaztella’s lap, kissing her thoroughly after the other girl let the sweet words escape her lips. She shook her head slightly and pulled back, I love you… you mean absolutely everything to me and I hope you realize that. She stated firmly, not wanting Kaz to take her words lightly. She meant ever single word of what she spoke. She had never meant something as much as she meant loving Kaztella.
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Post by KAZTELLA JACKIE RANE on Mar 10, 2011 2:29:12 GMT -5
Life is what happens when you’re too busy making other plans. Kaztella couldn’t for the life of her remember who’d said that quote, or what context it’d been in, but she didn’t care, because it’d lead her to other thoughts deeper ones. It’d lead to her new theory on life, that love worked in the same way. It slipped into your life, wither you wanted it to or not, like the sun coming into the cracks of your blinds, until eventually you embrace it and you find yourself lost in it, no longer caring what you’d thought about it before. Love had been just like that for her, Kaztella had a full life when she moved here, unpacking, finding a job, signing up for school, taking care of Toliver, mostly that last thing had occupied her entire life and left little to no room for anyone else, yet there was Willow, snaking her way in. One night, it was crazy how one night could change everything for you, it could turn everything upside down. One night with Willow had lead to a day, and a day had lead to more and more had lead to this, until she was depressed when there was no Willow around, because she’d come in like the sunshine and shone light on her world. Kaztella lifted one hand gently, without thinking, she didn’t have to think with Willow, her fingers came up and brushed Willows cheek, checked for the millionth time that this was reality, and yes she was here. It wasn’t all a dream.
Sometimes when she woke up, she was so filled with fear that her eyes would open and this would be the dream, Willow would be gone and nothing would have ever been here, all one cruel dream she wanted to be trapped in forever with, but then there were the reminders, the pain that she swallowed that told her this was real. The stabbing pain, when she was away, when she thought of loosing Willow, when Toliver rejected her, it reminded her she was alive. The touches that she shared, they spoke to her too, and reminded her this was real, because she couldn’t dream of something so perfect, her lips turned up in a smile, and she brushed a hand threw Willow’s hair, looking over her body, the smile persisted, I don’t know I wouldn’t mind a stalker if they were a cute as you. she smiled and kissed her cheek gently, one more touch too fill the moment and remind herself this was real.
A grin blossomed upon her lips, not without a blush as dirty sinful thoughts crossed her mind, she couldn’t help it that being with Willow brought out the worst in her sexually at least. She just went along with it, and didn’t complain in fact she loved it, acting on most of her urges, she couldn’t deny her girlfriend was the sexiest person she’d ever met the thought alone of her being naked got her hot, the added friction, and temptation of being alone and her hands already being place on her body only added to torture she was enduring every moment she didn’t take her girlfriend as her own again, she sighed, and leaned back, trying to get space between them, she looked around the shop, with that devilish grin her and her brother were too good at doing for their own good. Her fingers teasingly light went up Willows body starting at her stomach and going on her sides up to her neck where she repeated to go down, I could spill something on you, or I’m sure there’s something around here I could eat off of you. she locked eyes with Willow on the word eat, her hands going down to her girlfriends thighs and squeezing them, brushing her thumbs along the sides knowing she was close but giving her nothing, she groaned and growled as she tossed her head back, letting out a hot bothered breath, she glared at Willow. You make it impossible for me to do any work you know that? she questioned staying away from her but only by enough to have air pass between them, her lips dropping the grin, and glare for pouting lips. Impossible she muttered under her breath.
Will. Her name left her lips with a sigh before she could even stop them. Her eyes tried to look at her body, tried to place some image somewhere on her open, exposed and empty canvas, she could do whatever she wanted to this body, she could draw it up and put it on her. Bind her to her forever and ever and let the world know, she swallowed trying to push down the words that were trying to bubble up but she couldn’t stop them. Her hand grabbed Willows first, scared of the next words that were coming out since her walls were broken around Willow and it would come out sooner or later. She laced their fingers together and kissed every knuckle tenderly, trying to think, closing her eyes and running there conjoined hand over her cheek she bit her lip. I don’t know Will She admitted the words, the fear and the doubt that’d risen from somewhere dark inside of her came out and she opened her eyes to try and find the light, her eyes found sought out Willow, she didn’t look in her eyes thought this would be too painful. I love you. I do. I mean, she broke out into a nervous laugh and swallowed, leaning her head to the side, she looked at Willow. You’re everything I’ve every wanted without me even knowing it. I want to give you everything, just to please you and keep you in my life….I’m just scared. She couldn’t resist the urge to look in her eyes any longer she looked in them. Her free hand touched Willow’s side since she was straddling her, god she wanted to be doing anything but this when they were like this, she wanted to be taking her woman, kissing her tenderly and everywhere she wanted to tease her and make her moan instead words poured out of her mouth and with them the dear that she would say something wrong and make the other girl cry. I just don’t want to do this and have something to happen to us down the road and you hate your body. You hate what I drew up.
When you do an action enough times, you learn how to do it mechanically, you learn the steps and signs what to avoid that will lead you to that situation. Kaztella was the Queen of Breakups, thanks to her brother. She moved so many times and she didn’t believe in long distance relationships that she’d stopped trying long, long ago it seemed though she’d only been alive a short time. She knew the signs, and she knew to avoid ever mentioning a break up in a relationship you wanted to last, because it planted that seed in both of your minds, and suddenly, Kaztella was scared. More scared than she’d been about the tattoo about touching Willow with a needle and possibly hurting her, giving her something she’d hate, she was scared that the illusion was off it was going to be gone now. They flowed together, like well like something that flowed together well, like a river and the sea, they fed off each other’s energy and motions, things were easy with them, Kaztella was in love with Willow but now she was biting her lip praying she didn’t make it bleed from the pressure, not sure she’d notice or care if it did because now Willow could, would think about life after Kaz, after her and Kaztella knew inside of her, like the rush of ice that she’d pushed threw her blood stream with this thought of consciousness that she was irrevocably, undoubtedly, certainly, in love with Willow more than she’d ever loved someone.
She wanted to grab her lips, and forget every word she’d ever spoken to Willow, to anyone, to forget her life and just hide inside that body, to paint it every color of the rainbow and mark it as her own, a work of art that couldn’t be perfected upon. She wanted to stop everything, but she staid strong and swallowed again her eyes looking into Willows, she squeezed her hand and reminded herself this was reality, and not a bad dream, not a nightmare, no that didn’t start till Willow pulled away and left her. Unconsciously her free arm went around Willow’s waist and pulled her closer, anchored her here to this spot, so that she wouldn’t run away from Kaztella wouldn’t leave her, because with love came the downfall, if Willow left her right now she would fall into a million pieces and burst apart like glass that she didn’t know if it could be fixed. please don’t leave me. the words were spoken with a voice not her own, by a girl with her eyes left too wide, searching for the ques in Willows body that she was about to bolt, those words were spoken by the scared. She’d asked Willow not to leave before, but she’d never said it like that, with all the impact of what it would do to her if she left right now. She leaned in and squeezed her side with her arm and hid her face into Willows neck smelling her hair and closing her eyes, trying to make the world stop, everything stop so she could hold onto this moment like it might be there last. But life was what happened when you weren’t looking when you were making other plans.
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Post by willow on Mar 11, 2011 12:03:24 GMT -5
Things seemed so much easier for Willow now that she had Kaztella. There were no worries about what was going to happen in her future, she didn’t have to worry about her parents getting on her case about living a wild and crazy life. No, instead, she had something stable. She had a relationship that was worth something to her – it meant everything to her. She was talking about going back to school and maybe sticking around for a little while. She needed this. She needed Kaz and she didn’t want anything to ever come between them. She was in love, head over heels… can’t eat, can’t sleep sort of love. Everything she did revolved around Kaztella and her wants and her needs and she was pretty sure it was the same way for Kaz. Kaztella was the light in the dark for her and she was going to run towards it for as long as Kaztella would let her. She would bask in that very light and never let go of it. Nothing would ever make her want to break away from the girl that she loved so deeply – with everything that she had. Everything that she was possibly capable of, which was so much more than she had ever really known. There was no way that she was going to let that slip between her fingers, she’d be an idiot to let that happen.
The sexual desire between them was no joke, which was something that Willow was well aware of. Hell, she was sure most of the town was aware of it. It was hard for Willow to keep her hands off of Kaztella. It was like a drug to her, she just couldn’t get enough of it. She wanted more, all the time. Willow could be completely relaxed and not in the mood, but the second that Kaztella flaunted that perfect body her way… she’d be ready to pounce on the other girl. She couldn’t help herself. She loved the girl and everything about her turned her on. She could push Will’s buttons without even trying – that was one of the things Willow loved about her. Mmm… babe… I’m going to have to drag you in the back if you don’t behave… Willow bit down on her bottom lip, trying to control her raging hormones, which was becoming increasingly difficult for her. All she wanted to do was rip Kaz’s close off and lick the girl from her head to her toes. The way Kaz’s fingers flexed in to Willow’s milky thighs, made her insides quiver and the heat inside of her rush throughout her body. She wanted to make Kaz moan, she wanted to feel her tongue and her body pressed in to every single crevice of her body and vice versa. Biting down on her bottom lip, she let out a ragged breath, You make it absolutely impossible for me to even think. Willow stated, blinking at her girlfriend, trying her best to gain her composure. Once the other girl pulled away it became a little easier, but she was still feeling all hot and bothered thanks to the beautiful blonde next to her.
Willow sat back and listened to Kaz as she spoke, her heart beating a million miles a second in her chest. She was worried, then she was happy and then she was back to worried. Her brow furrowed slightly and she shook her head as Kaztella continued. Stop it, stop… just stop… She demanded. She didn’t want to think of any of that stuff. She didn’t want to think about a life that didn’t include Kaztella, it wasn’t going to happen. It just wasn’t. It wasn’t possible. Willow’s life wouldn’t go on if Kaztella wasn’t around. It wasn’t possible. Her heart would stop beating, her life would just come to a complete lull of emptiness if Kaztella were to exit her life. Nothing… and I mean nothing will ever make me want to leave you. I promised you I would be here… and I am going to be here for as long as we’re both breathing, Kaz. I love you… so, so, so, so much. And I will not let anything get in the way of that. I could never hate anything that you put on my body. I could never, ever regret anything that has ever happened between us or that will ever happen between us. She leaned in and kissed Kaz’s lips softly. I am never going to let you go, Kaztella Rane. She told her softly, brushing her fingers through the blonde’s hair. Ever, I will hold on to you for as long as I’m alive… She stated softly. I want this, I want you to do this for me. She said softly. It wouldn’t feel right if it was anyone else. She explained, and let her fingers travel down Kaztella’s sides, interlacing their fingers for a moment, looking at her and kissing her face all over; soft little butterfly kisses.
Once Kaz’s arms were around her and they were all but wrapped around one another, Willow held her girlfriend close. Their chests pressed against one another; heart to heart. She wasn’t ever going to let go of her and she’d rather die than live without Kaztella in her life and she wasn’t going to think about that anymore. It was all or nothing here. She either had her life complete, which consisted of Kaztella, or she had nothing. And she wasn’t settling for nothing, she wouldn’t. Willow was going to get what she wanted in life and that included Kaztella. She wasn’t ever letting her go. Someone would have to pry her cold, dead body away from the blonde in order to get her to move on. That was the only way it was happening. Ever. I’ll never, ever, let you go, Kaz. I love you so much, baby. She said softly, running her hands up and down Kaz’s back, not wanting to let go of her now. What they really needed to do was leave the tattoo shop and go home. Willow just wanted to hold Kaz in her bed and show her exactly how much she loved her. She didn’t want there to be any question about it. She wasn’t going to ever leave her side, unless someone physically forced her to do so.
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Post by KAZTELLA JACKIE RANE on Mar 14, 2011 0:29:48 GMT -5
When she was younger, and naive, Kaztella had thought of her family. Of her brother and herself, as gyspys. They were travelers, not nessacarily because they wanted too all the time, but because it was who they were after so many years on the run, the idea of settling down making roots, it sent shivers up her spines like the boogey man it was an idea to be shunned inside of Kaztella's mind. She wanted to move around, to be everywhere and no where when she needed too be, it was the only way she'd known how too live. The ony idea she'd ever had for life, she'd always lived for herself, for her and her brother and no one else, she needed no one else around ever. She'd always been herself her own person, yes she craved attention and touch, but she'd never needed only one person for that fix, she'd never been attached to someone enough to allow them to be the only person in her life, maybe there had been chances with others but life wouldn't have it that way, she wouldn't have it that way. She didn't need anyone, yet as she stood there her heart still raced with the memory of the day her world came down when the walls all crumbled, and she realized she wanted needed too have Willow around. Her heart hurt from the simple memory of the antispation of waiting, hoping, praying that first time she'd come home from work, and she waited for Willow. Waited to see if she was still there in her home, in her room, or if she'd vanished, she couldn't breath unti the blond had come down the hallways. No other realization had ever been so terrifying as realzing, without Willow she didn't want to breath, she didn't want to be around, she didn't want anything if Willow wasn't there to come home too. She held her girlfriend and swallowed down her fears like she did every time she saw her, praying for just one more day, please Toliver wait one more day before you fuck up and forced them to leave the city, state, country, she stared at Willow, and felt that sense of fear race threw her as their days were possibly numbered, but she couldn't predict a home without Willow not one she'd want to be in anyways.
Sometimes all it took was one look at Willow, a side glance of her form, she didn't even have to be doing anything and there was a spark, a flicker of light, a flame in her body, that wouldn't be tamed, that flame was need. It was her need to be with Willow, to hold her, touch her, kiss her, please her until the other female couldn't breath. It was a delicious idea, and ones like it had kept them in bed for more than one day at a time. Her lips perked into a grin from Willows words, how could she not smile when she was giving her such an idea. life's too short to behave she complained to her girlfriend, her lips quickly met Willow's neck nipping at the skin and kissing it softly, pressing them together she couldn't help herself when it came to Willow. She sucked on her own lower lip trying to deny herself and give her girl a little bit of room if she wanted it, but her breathing said she didn't and who was she too deny and leave her unsatisfied. besides I wouldn't be a very good lover if I didn't make you have those thoughts, and give you what I thought you needed. her lips busy with speech and talking stopped kissing and leaned back, but her hands as they were known to do had a mind of there own, going up slowly from Willows thighs to her hips, and slowly up to her breast, grabbing them and holding them for a moment, looking at Willow, her eyes daring her to ask her to stop, to tell her she didn't like it, she didn't think she could but she wasn't going to do anything without permission, she leaned her body back and held her, needing to feel her skin and having her there with her.
Hummingbirds hearts beat 1260 per minute....Kaztella's was beating faster and harder when Willow told her to stop. Here it comes it took every ounce of restraint Kaztella owned, not to flinch, not to close her eyes, plug up her ears and yell "LALALA!" running around the room so she could avoid these next words that were undoubtably going to pour out of Willows mouth, her perfect mouth, with those two soft sweet lips that she just wanted to kiss. She wanted to stop this, and too kiss every thought out of Willow so she wouldn't be able to finish, instead she stood prepared for impact braced herself for a world of pain, that never came. Her eyes watched Willows taking in every word she uttered, her heart pounded for another moment, before she was able to take everything in. No words could be summoned from her mind or heart after Willows declaration, no thoughts regestered other than the reliefe that flooded threw her body like ice water too hell. She didn't have to say anything, because the next moment passed even better than the one before it when Willows lips came to hers. It was like the first time they'd ever kissed only a million times better, because nothing could touch Kaztella when she kissed Willow, nothing except that'd she'd just admitted she loved her and that she wanted to be with her. The kiss ended too soon and she wanted to keep going with them but she needed to speak, before her mind became erased with kisses and thoughts of her girl. I love you so much. she tangled her hand in Willows hair just to keep her there and her eyes stared into Willows. I was so scared you were going to be mad. slowly her fingers trembling found Willows and put her hand over heart still pounding and racing. She kissed her with butterfly kisses like Willow had done for her, anything she could get her lips on, she could feel or touch of Willows she drew to herself too her body. I love you. I can't even, I just she shook her head, and finally the words came out. I don't think I could even live my life without you anymore. I need you Will. Not just want, or desire, I need you to be around, to be here with me. I don't ever want to be apart, coming to work kills me and school you're all I think about and the idea of not having you anymore was making me crazy. she admitted. It was only a few moments of my life, but I've never been more afraid of something. she confessed.
Fear was not an emotion Kaztella was used to having, not about something like this at least. She was solid with her playmates they knew the rules and if they left it wouldn't hurt, without Willow. It would be like the earth loosing the sun, her way of life would be lost, and she just coudn't function even with just the thought of it. She knew how broken and messed up she and her life could be but here was Willow saying she wouldn't leave her ever, and she believed her, it was the worst thing ever to experience total hopelessness over one person, but she was glad that one person was Willow. She leaned into her girlfriend, and held her, Willow. she whispered, bitting her lip before whispering, thank you for loving me. into her lovers ear, kissing her cheek. I love you Willow Xander, I can't imagine my life without you because it wouldn't be worth it. she nuzzeled Willow's neck then, kissing up and down the skin, going as far deep as her collar bone. She felt the need then to do something she didn't often feel the need to, she felt the need to mark her as her own. You're mine. For as long as I can fight for you, I will. I want you and only you. I want to marry you and wake up next to you every morning for the rest of forever
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Post by willow on Mar 22, 2011 17:16:27 GMT -5
Willow had never felt so much at one time. Between the immense feelings of arousal she was feeling from just being close to Kaztella, to the way the other girl was touching and caressing her body – it was a mystery to herself how she was possibly thinking straight. Though, she was. The conversation was serious now; all joking and teasing aside. Kaz was really affected by the idea that Will would leave her, but the girl wouldn’t ever do that – not unless someone physically forced her to or until Kaz realized she didn’t want Willow anymore. That was usually how these things worked out. The person she was with would go on and find something new and greener and prettier and younger… something that Willow wasn’t. She was going to hold on to this for as long as she possibly could. There wasn’t anything that could get in her way and if there was… she would trample over it and continue her path with Kaztella like she was meant to. Or at least that was exactly how she felt. She and Kaz belonged together – forever. No ifs, ands or buts about it. This was it for her. She was pretty damn sure of it.
I know how you feel, Kaz. Trust me. I feel exactly the same way. Willow explained to her, reaching over to brush the hair from the other blonde’s face. You mean the world to me and I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. I would probably die… my life is nothing without you in it. She cupped Kaz’s face with her small hands and looked her in the eye. Holding her gaze steadily, she shook her head. You have absolutely nothing to be afraid of. I promised you I wouldn’t leave and I’m going to keep that promise. There was no way that she was turning back on her word. Nothing could be done or said to make her change her mind about that either. She loved Kaz more than she had ever loved anyone before and she didn’t want anything to ruin that for her. If it did… well she’d just have to kick someone’s ass. I would fall apart without you, Kaz. You’re the glue that holds all of this… She motioned to herself. … together. It was true. If Kaz wasn’t around, Will probably would have lost herself already in this god for saken place and she’d probably be nothing. She’d be getting shipped away by her parents to some unknown place just to get her away from the craziness that she was involved in.
The words that Kaztella spoke shocked and awed Willow. The words had never been spoken to her before, and she felt her insides tightening and swirling around like a tornado of everything inside of her stomach. It was insane. She felt like she was going to cry, but all she could do was smile and cling on to Kaztella like she was going to disappear in to thin air. Smiling, she kissed Kaz’s, I want to wake up next to you for the rest of forever… I want to marry you… I want to be yours forever and always. Willow told her honestly. She felt this was right, with every fiber of her being. This was what she was here for, this was supposed to be her life. Right here and right now loving Kaz and only her; being her wife, being her lover, her friend, her confidant. She was going to be here until the end, that was the plan and that was exactly what she was going to do.
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