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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 26, 2008 10:15:49 GMT -5
THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS [/color][/center] He didn't understand it, honestly. Adrien gave in immediately to whatever impulses he felt, on occasion he'd restrain for the benefit of strictly himself. But the more he watched her fight with herself, the more amused he got. It was like watching seals at the aquarium – they were adorable and you just wanted to eat them up. He knew now that he would most likely end up sleeping on the couch, angels usually won over devils. But Adrien couldn't make himself care.. he was here, at least, was he not? He'd managed to make it safely back to the house of a woman, which was not the way things were supposed to go, but hey. One, he wasn't complaining, her house was lovely, and two: if he'd invited her home, with his luck, his aunt would be up and raring to go. To go talk about her horrible arthritis that is. With Penelope. Believe it or not, that has happened on more than one – she'd kissed him. It was about as random as one of those freak accidents, and entirely unexpected. His eyes widened as their lips stayed together for a brief moment, and then she was away, talking. He blinked, still in shock, and slowly a smile formed over his features. “If it's what you want, don't feel bad about it. He's not here, I can understand how you'd get lonely.”
She started to pull away, an action that even Adrien wouldn't counteract. If she didn't want him, he could understand that too. Put then, as she was practically rejecting him, she kissed him again. It made him want her, made him want to kiss her more fiercely than anything he'd ever done before. But it was strictly physical attraction, that he knew of. He placed his hands on her shoulders, supporting her weight and leaning a little bit into the kiss before she pulled away. Did she intend on being quite so tantalizing? “What is it this time?” he asked impatiently, sighing. “He's not here, is he? Unless your maid plans on sharing that I stopped by, I could be returning a lost wallet.” he shrugged, winking. And as she released him, he didn't move. His hands stayed on her shoulder blades, his eyes on hers. Or trying to be, anyway, but she wasn't looking. “It's okay,” he commented, dropping contact.
He refused to be the one who initiated heated touching, normally it wouldn't be a problem. Now though, it was trickier ground. Penelope was married. He couldn't just trample all into her personal space. He kissed her forehead, thinking of the words to make sure she knew what was going on. “Whenever you're ready,” if she ever got ready, that was.
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 26, 2008 21:17:50 GMT -5
Penelope hesitated again when he said, "Whenever you're ready..."
She didn't have time, honestly, to sit there and think it over. The little devil on her shoulder whispered into her ear, "Tsk Tsk...Making the poor guy wait..."
"Ha! Wait? He should be on is merry way not here in your home, in your sanctuary! You have been faithful so far, why break that winning streak?" the little angel protested in return.
The little devil seemed to smirk,"It's no winning streak. It's called being pathetic and whipped, which she isn't anymore. She isn't gonna let some greedy guy run her life. She's gonna take control-starting with Adrien..."
With that the little angel seemed to quiet down because Penelope had grabbed Adrien again, this time sure of herself, and let her lips collide with his. This time there was more passion behind the kiss and she was slowly pulling him towards her bedroom at the end of the hallway.
"Just let go...Let loose...What he doesn't know won't kill him..." the little devil whispered seductively into her ear. She was going to let go. It was better to let go-because she would feel so much happier if she didn't feel like Elliot was taking charge of her entire life.
She knew for a fact that she deserved more than Elliot...
And though she had a feeling that she would probably not see Adrien again for a long time, deep down she was hoping she would. It had been so long since she could actually just talk to someone...
And kiss them. Actually-more like want to kiss them. Because anyone could kiss anyone. But if the want or need wasn't behind it, it would mean nothing. And both were certainly behind her lips. Could she help herself? No. She wanted to give into temptation. She wanted to give in to Adrien....
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 29, 2008 8:58:18 GMT -5
THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS [/color][/center] As a man, times when Adrien had to fight with the devil and the angel were few and far between. As many women suspected, he indeed only had one drive. Food, water, sleep – all useless if you didn't have sex, honestly. And that was how he was thinking at least eighty percent of the time. His dog sure was a cutie, and he had a love for her that no other man had experienced before, but he generally tried to keep those feelings closed off in the fireplace of his internal emotions, burning noiselessly. As for Penelope, sure, he liked her, but the sense that this was not what it felt like was overwhelming. It's not like they were going to form a relationship, for god's sakes. This was a one-nighter. He knew it, she should know it.
And apparently she'd decided she didn't care enough to bother with her stupid abusive husband, and how he might know. She was kissing him. Quickly. Easily. He was surprised at the naturalness of the whole ordeal.. they kind of fit together, if that made any sense. He wrapped his arms behind her, hoping to God the kid would be okay long enough for them to be finished. Penny seemed to be pushing on him, tugging him in the direction of – yep, you guessed it – the bedroom. Or what he assumed would be the bedroom. Where else would they go? Unfortunately, he didn't know the way well enough, and he ran into a table, stumbling backwards. Which then led to him falling, and since he was in a pretty intense lip-lock with Penny, she came too.
Propping himself up on one arm, he didn't really want to break contact and he managed not to do so, using his free hand to stroke her hair. From his best guess, they were probably ten or so feet from the bedroom. Slowly, he managed to get them both up and make it down the hallway, dropping her on the bed. Whatever happened next was basically up to her.
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 29, 2008 11:08:32 GMT -5
"God the sun could be a bitch..." Penelope thought silently to herself as she scrunched up her nose as the tiny beam of sunlight hit her eyes through the crack between the curtains. She clicked a tiny button on the side of the headboard and the shade closed completely. It was dim, but enough to see where she was and where she was going. She silently glanced over her shoulder to see Adrien...
"You unfaithful little..." the angel on her shoulder was pissed-beyond pissed while the devil seemed to be having an entire fiesta, buffet, pinata, and guests included.
She couldn't help but smile to herself, though. She had to admit, last night was definetly worth it...
She got up, already knowing how to do so without waking up the person next to her, and she grabbed her black, silky robe along with a new pair of ba and panties, slipped them on as well. She managed to get out of the room inaudibly and shut the door wuietly behind he so as to not wake Adrien.
That was when she saw Pilot waddling along down the hallway towards her room. He was still in his pajamas, which had airplanes all over them. She smiled as she picked him up to take him to the bathroom.
"Goo' moo'nin' , mommy," he said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes. The little boy knew how to walk, but not as well as a two year old. He would occassionally fall on his butt but he would easily get back up and try again. He wouldn't cry much either, thankfully.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she kissed is forehead as they reached the bathroom. She sat him on the sink while she brushed her teeth and he brushed his teeth as well with that mechanic toothbrush of his with Blues Clues on it. His all time favorite.
Once they were done brushing their teeth, the two were downstairs and Rosa was already making breakfast. So while Rosa made breakfast, the other two were in the media room-watching Pilot's favoite show: Blues Clues. He clapped his little hands together as he sat on the couch and would occassionally call out, "A clue! A clue!!! White day-uh!!" with excitement written all over his face.
The pervious night seemed to replay over and over again in Penelope's mind. It was just a one night stand. It meant nothing. It had to mean nothing. Adrien was just a guy...that's all.
"Then why didn't you wake him up and kick him out of the house? He must mean something if yu haven't kicked him out of the house yet," the little angel and devil seemed to be teaming up on her right now,"If he was nothing, you wouldn't have slept with him in the same bed you sleep with your husband in. You would have taken him to a guest bedroom or something...not right to the master suite..."
She used the excuse that it was dark and she didn't know where she was going but deep down she knew those two twits were right. But she wouldn't dare admit it. He most likely figured it was a one night stand-she would keep it that way...for his sake.
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 29, 2008 16:40:16 GMT -5
THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS [/color][/center] The electronic whir of the blinds closing caused Adrien to groan, flipping himself over. He felt fulfilled – a natural reaction to what they'd done the night before. It didn't bother him a hint that he was in another man's bed, sure, when he thought of it that way it was a little strange.. but that was it. No remorse, no nervousness. Apparently Penelope had felt the same, she hadn't seemed to have been comparing the two men. It wasn't a matter of asking if I was good enough, Adrien thought pompously. But technically, it wasn't. He already knew he'd been better than the usual guy walking around. He always – always – was. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense the body in the room with him, a talent if you will or a heightened sense if you won't. It wasn't magic or anything of the sort, merely Adrien had gotten used to the darkness from the hours upon hours of time spent within it.. doing god knows what and with whom.
On top of this, he could hear the squeals of a young child from the other room. And it was keeping him awake. Hina, who had somehow gotten into the room with them, was burrowed down by his feet. This was also an enigma. He would have noticed twenty pounds of fur crawling across his chest, don't you think? He nudged his toe into her side, and she quickly moved to jump off the bed, crawling towards what he assumed was the door. Navigation in a house where you knew nothing was extremely difficult. He rolled over, yawning slightly as he got up, stretched, made his way to the pile of discarded clothes in the corner and put them on, yawning again as he scrunched his hair. The door pulled open with surprised ease as Adrien padded around the mansion, looking for a bathroom with some toothpaste in it. Luckily enough for him, one wasn't too far away and he found it with ease. Some toothpaste was next, and he also located that quite simply, using his fingers to scrub his pearly whites. Don't worry, he washed his hands first.
Wandering out of the bathroom, he spotted first the possibly most adorable little boy he'd ever seen and next Penelope, wearing only a slinky black robe and underwear, from what he could tell. Was this just his day in heaven? How was it, exactly, that this dumbass had all this, and wouldn't live here? Adrien had an aunt who could care less and a sister who was pretty much apathetic.. he didn't understand the logic behind leaving such beauty at home while you went out to party. A grimace surfaced, but he hid it coming up behind Penelope to lay a few kisses along her jaw. “Good morning,” he breathed, walking around to position himself leaning on the counter next to her. “I have to go soon, Hina's raring to go. Anything you'd like me to do before then.”
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 29, 2008 18:50:36 GMT -5
Penelope smiled when Adrien kissed her good morning, Pilot glancing up to see who the stranger was, his head falling slightly to the side. His eyes matched Penelope's, along with the skin tone, but that was about it. Other than that-he was basically his father.
"You sould stay for breakfast," she chuckled before Pilot suddenly jumped in.
"Hi!!!" he grinned brightly, waving his tiny fingers to the man. When his eyes landed on Hina, he seemed like the happiest little boy on the face of the planet, "Puppy! Like Blue Clue!"
He seemed to waddle over to the pup and managed to fall back, landing on his bum, and started playing with Hina. Dogs. He adored them and most likely had a slight fetish for them. He obviously cared about them, because he wasn't hurting Hina...
Penelope grinned softly,"He always wanted a puppy," she chuckled,"But he wanted a blue one..." her head slightly motioning towards the flat, plasma screen playing Blue's Clues, Joe sitting in the big red chair going over all the clues they had gathered.
"Woz-uh ish gonna make pamcakes," Pilot announced happily, obviously having gotten a good night's rest...Well, so did Penelope,"Oh! We coo pway hide n seek!" the boy was already ahead of himself, planning out the day as he cheerfully played with Hina without a care in the world. Penelope loved him, hell he was her son afterall, but even if he wasn't her son, she knew she would love him all the same. It was some maternal instinct she never knew she had that kicked in the first time she saw his face. They always said you don't know how to become a mother, or a father, until you are one. That cliche definetly applied to Penelope. Maybe not to her husband, but definetly to her.
Rosa seemed to appear, her eyes going to Adrien in slight surprise but then actually seemed satisfied...and proud. Proud of what, Penelope definetly didn't want to know,"La comida esta servida, senora," she told her and Penelope gave a small nod in response.
"Pamcakes!" Pilot was suddenly reaching up to get picked up by Penelope and she did once she stood up herself.
He giggled when Penelope picked him up like an airplane and made airplane noises as she 'flew' him to the kitchen.
"Come on, mishtuh!" he called out while laughing to Adrien. Pilot seemed to already take to liking Adrien....
Because he had a puppy.
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 29, 2008 20:57:41 GMT -5
THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS [/color][/center] After announcing he'd be departing, Adrien crouched to the height of Hina, who was whining for some food. Looking around, he didn't see any that could possibly feed her, so he looked at Penny for a second before opening his mouth again. “If I'm going to stay.. I'm going to need to feed her something. Before she gnaws off a toe and starts eating that.” because obviously his lie wasn't going over well, considering Hina took an instant liking to Pilot. Since Adrien was already down on his knees, it was easier for him to see the cuteness of the boy, returning the smile instantly as he waved. For some reason, Adrien had always liked kids. It didn't mean he was satisfied having one himself – merely other people's kids. You didn't have to see them at their worst.. when they were sick or needing more attention than you could give. “Mhm, her name is Hina.” he said to the little boy, smiling gently.
Standing back up, he turned to face Penelope. “I did too.. it wasn't until I turned twenty that I actually got one, and Jesus Christ is my savior, I considered returning her she was so much work. But I didn't.. and now she's my best friend. Lucky enough for him, they have a breed called a blue-nosed pit bull terrier, and there happens to be a breeder on this island if you're interested.” he shrugged, a small smile lining his well-chiseled features. Since Hina was registered in the American Kennel Club, all he had to do was call in and ask for registered breeder information and it would be overnighted to his current location. He'd called ahead and asked upon the peculiar breed, lo and behold the nearest breeder to him was just up the street.
“Pamcakes? Do you like pamcakes?” he asked Pilot, smiling down at him. An odd memory resounded in his mind as he thought of how he used to hate adults doing that, and he quickly dropped the expression, settling for an eyebrow raise instead. Probably a little intimidating, and so he just quit that in general and sent an expression of help to Penelope. It read something like I feel like an idiot and have no idea how to deal with kids. And that statement was very, very accurate. He didn't have any idea how to politely tell Pilot that he wasn't going to be staying all day.. hell, the poor boy didn't even know if he was going to ever see him again, let alone if Pilot was even talking to him. And if he wasn't how should he initiate contact? You see, over analyzing such a simple statement could bring you these troubles.
Giving himself a moment of consideration, Adrien breathed in a heavy sigh of relief.. and anxiety. What if the little boy told his father? It could happen, realistically. Hina danced around his feet, eager for him to sit so that she could eat too. “To pamcakes it is,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face as he delicately made his way to the kitchen and his breakfast. “These look lovely Miss...” he looked again to Penelope for assistance, from what he could tell of the baby's mumble, it could have been Sessa. And he didn't want to call her that if it wasn't her name.. so a questioning look came into his eyes as his eyes flicked to Penelope's, waiting for a quick response.
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Post by PENELOPE MONTENEGRO on Dec 29, 2008 21:40:58 GMT -5
Penelope laughed as she put Pilot into a high chair so he could sit at the counter with them,"Dice que se ve delicioso, Rosa," she told her house keeper for Adrien.
"Her name is Rosa," she chuckled,"But she doesn't speak english." The language wasn't the woman's fortte. Nor was the usual Catalan that was spoken on the island. She was originally from Mexico, but since her husband lived here, she never ended up leaving.
Pilot grabbed the blue, plastic fork and picked up a pancake, without syrup, and let it fall to the floor so Hina could eat it before Penelope actually cut up his remaining pancake into peices and he started eating it with the strawberry syrup he adored.
"Blueberry, Estrawberry, o ninguno?" Rose stated, a bit hesitant on her spanglish. Blueberry, Strawberry, or none. It was sort of self explanitory. Penelope put her thumb in her mouth to lick off the strawberry syrup while Rosa pulled the shades shut and put the lights that were fully on onto a slight dim when Penelope winced slightly at it. She still had a slight headache from yesterday but she hadn't given off any sign up until now that the lights had been bothering her. Luckily, Pilot hadn't noticed the marks that were obvious on her neck-that or he was used to seeing them and thinking it was his mother being a clutz like she told him whenever he asked.
"Wash yer name?" Pilot looked over at Adrien while kicking his legs underneath him as Rosa served what Adrien asked while serving Penelope her strawberry pancake-only one. Penelope poured some strawberry syrup before grabbing a strawberry from her plate with whip cream on it, licking off the whip cream absent mindedly and then biting the strawberry. Obviously, the gal had a sweet tooth.
She crossed one leg over the other since she was sitting right next to Adrien, Rosa disappearing up stairs to clean the rooms. Penelope didn't seem worried about Pilot telling Elliot. If she had, she would have made Adrien leave already. Pilot, though he was young, didn't blab a lot to his father. The kid actually does know when to keep his mouth shut. Surprisngly, he notices the sudden personality change his mother takes on whenever Elliot is around, as strange as that may seem. Everyone changes whenever his father is around...
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Post by ADRIEN DUMONT on Dec 30, 2008 0:49:24 GMT -5
THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS [/color][/center] Rosa, ah. He'd store that for future reference, in case he ever came back to this place and had to face the housekeeper. Adrien was fluent in French, useless in Spanish and working on his English. When he got tired of speaking in the language most preferred by half the people on the island, he'd go for a walk along the beach so he could spout off his issues in French without looking like a creep. People would just think it was some dog-human ritual type deal that he performed.. tongue glued to roof of mouth and lolling around as he tried to speak.. or at least that's how he thought the language sounded. To many, French was a very sexy language.. to Adrien it reminded him of the home he'd apparently never see again. A frown surfaced as he thought of this, but he tucked it away for later. A mouthed 'thanks' was thrown at Penelope, considering he didn't know how to speak to anyone, or so it would seem. Spanish was a no, English was a barely.. he didn't know who he could talk to, frankly. And then she introduced Rosa, who, from Adrien's view, seemed a little upset she couldn't do it herself. That did not bother him at all. “J'ai le plaisir, Rosa.” he commented, nodding his head in her direction. Surely no one would understand what he'd said, but it didn't matter to him. Spanish went right over his head as well.
Then Rosa was speaking again, her broken attempt at English so endearing Adrien had to grin. He remembered the first time he'd attempted the harsh vowels.. and recognized the words she was trying to use. Just as she spoke, Pilot dropped a pancake for Hina. Good boy, he already understood that dogs had to eat. He nodded in approval to that, turning back to the maid/housekeeper/whatever they referred to her as. “Do you guys have just plain maple syrup?” he wasn't a picky eater usually.. this just about undid him. He'd never had blueberry or strawberry syrup and found that situation a little bit odd. Another small predicament arose when Pilot asked his name, considering how he'd never quite given the full and difficult to pronounce one to a child.. he might end up being called dweeb or dwee, which he didn't think he could handle. A tad bit of thought went into it before he crossed his arms, reclining in the chair. “Dre, to you. And how about you?” even though he already knew. Adrien had an incredibly strong memory when it came to that stuff. Forking a pancake, pamcake he repeated fondly in his mind, the man stuck the fork in his mouth and chewed around the steel, as he usually did. Such a way of eating was unnatural, but he didn't eat much anyway so it didn't matter. His eyes flicked to Penelope, then to Pilot and back to his pancakes, the silence stretching as he scrambled for something to say. “So.. after I go home, what do you think you guys are going to do?” he asked, twirling the fork in the maple syrup.
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