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shaelyn evans. (_lynnie) wrote,
@ 2009-07-02 23:21:00

Entry tags:

lynnie evans, shaelyn evans, tyler boothe, world war iii

Who: Lynnie and Tyler
What: Defcon-1. Or, in layman's terms: World War III
When: Thursday night
Where: Shaelyn's apartment/condo
Rating?: Eh. R, mostly, a bit NSFW the last couple of posts.

Furious didn't even come close to cutting it for Shaelyn at that exact moment. There really wasn't currently a word available to describe how mutinously pissed off she was at her boyfriend. How she'd gotten so ticked off so incredibly fast was beyond her, but she knew it had something to do with his insistence on getting married. Married! As if she could even handle taking care of a pet with him, much less 'til death do us part.' The fact was, Lynnie hated Catholic standards. She hated the idea of marriage, despite the fact that she hadn't been lying to him when she'd said that it held a higher meaning. It did. Even in her occasionally warped mind, marriage was a big deal. It was the exact reason she hated it so damn much.

So as she was packing for her trip to Seattle, a trip which she didn't have to make, but was now damn well going to make it just to fuck with Tyler and his asinine attitude, she was fuming. Metallica was blaring on her custom-made CD player, one of her few material possessions that had cost her a fortune. The CD player, not the album. But needless to say, there was just something about 'King Nothing,' that got her blood pumping. She was dying for an all out brawl, but it had been a long time since she'd gone trolling for fights or drugs, so she was restraining herself from that particular urge. Of all the nerve, she thought as she threw one of her stuffed animals into the wall. It landed with a soft thud, and she wanted to pick it up and just rip it apart. And imagine Tyler's face as she did it.

Lynnie was so frustrated and angry that she almost didn't hear the knock at the door. But she'd stepped out of her room long enough to hear the pounding, and for a moment, she hoped it was Tyler so she could throw the first punch. "One fucking minute," she called out before heading back towards her room to shut the door. It muffled the angry music enough and gave her enough time to try and cool her jets, as it were. "Jesus fucking Christ and a half," was the last thing she muttered before walking towards the entrance to her apartment.

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_lynnie
2009-07-04 05:26 pm UTC (link)

If there was one thing, above all others, that Shaelyn excelled at, it was denial. Denial in its various forms and varieties. She was good at denying things like fear or love. She was excellent at denying that this cop, this tenacious, stubborn, mule of a cop had stolen her heart right out from under her. That infuriated her too, but usually what infuriated her the most wasn't so much that she was afraid to admit things to him as it was .. she didn't want to move as fast as he wanted to pull her. That usually got her to dig her heels in much deeper than necessary.

In any case, when she heard him kick the door shut, she whirled around, angry enough to prepare to give him 'what for,' when he grabbed her and pulled her close. She could hardly think as he kissed her, deep and hard, and she let out a little groan as she leaned into him. Her arms curled around his neck for the brief moment that they could, losing herself in the kiss. Her heart thudded within her chest at a rapid pace, and for a moment, between the deafening music and the deafening feel of blood pumping through her veins, Lynnie was at a loss.

She looked up at him as he pinned her hands above her head, her pulse jumping as she watched him. She closed her eyes, letting him kiss her neck, drowning out the anger for just a moment, drowning out 'Until It Sleeps,' which was a fairly apt song for the current moment, if you thought about it. As he pressed up against her, she struggled with her hands, finally yanking one free from his grasp. But she used it only to slide it underneath his shirt, tugging it upwards as she pressed warm hand against his side, nails raking a light trail as she pulled him closer, if that was even possible. Perhaps it was a battle of wills, who knew. After a moment, she shook her other hand free and moved it to around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Harsh and angry, biting and seemingly crackling with the tension that filled the air. She had never given in to this kind of passion with him, but since he'd started the game, she wasn't going to complain about finishing.

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lovers_alibi
2009-07-04 11:56 pm UTC (link)

Denial in all its forms was what got them here in the first place. Tyler loved honesty he thrived on it perhaps that's why he was a damn good cop he would push and push until he got what he wanted, the truth no matter how ugly it was he would end up getting it. Perhaps a small part of him loved to push her buttons to make her angry even if he wasn't really trying to pull her as far as he wanted to take this. Then in a moment everything changed, like it always does, their lips crushed against one another, their hearts pounding and their breath beating against one another's skin as they lost themselves in that intense thralls of passion. With his hands holding her own down to the bed he loosened his grip to allow her to pull it free. The feeling of her nails racking against his skin caused him to softly groan against her neck.

Moments prior her kiss was like a sting from a bee unexpected, painful then numbing, his body ached for her now more than ever, Tyler swore his heart was going to pound right out of his chest as they pressed so tightly to one another. He had never experienced such passion with another person before, such want and desire, pulsing through each body. Perhaps it was a yearning that brought them here. Before she was able to get her arm around his neck Ty let her other hand go and he reached behind him and pulled his shirt off tossing it to the side. After his shirt was discarded he found himself wrapped in her hard embrace, their lips crushed against one another. His body was crushed against her own now as close as he could get it with their clothing on. He was aching now more than he ever has before. The longer that kiss continued the harder he found it to breath and the more he wanted to finish what he had started.

Biting back at her lips he pulled his head back just an inch and moved his hand up to grab the side of her face his thumb pressed to her chin as he pulled her jaw down just enough to part her lips and he leaned in slipping his tongue slowly into her mouth; tenitively perhaps but once his tongue was inside her mouth he slowly ran it along the roof of it before sucking upon her upper lip. What use were words when everything was being screamed between them right now. His hand moved from her neck over her breast trailing along her side before moving between their bodies where their hips were seemingly joined. He grasped the front of her pants and yanked the button free the force of him doing that made her zipper drag angrily downward. Without warning he shoved his hand down the front of her pants pinning his arm mostly between them as he began to stroke her applying hard pressure. All the while he engaged in that intense fire of a kiss she engaged them in.

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