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Post by Poet on Oct 6, 2009 21:06:17 GMT -5
Her eyes fell on him, she looked him up and down. She bit her lip as she looked at him, her eyes hurt slightly but she told herself she wouldn't let it show. She slowly stood and gently pushed the potatoe toward him,"no....you have it....I definately don't have an appetite right now..."she muttered her voice soft. She looked down at him as she eyed the family at the table. The little kids, the adults who looked so worn down. The kids seemed content and this is what hurt even more, she wanted this with him, she wanted him she wanted his children, but how was she supposed to react. She slowly stepped away from the table,"thanks fer the hospitality,"she told his family as she headed toward the door slowly. She looked at him, he sat there, his face looked full of regret but she knew something, she knew if he was sure this time, it wasn't her choice any more, it had turned in to his decision, and if he truly could look at her and hold her and tell her he loved her, if he truly anted her, he'd stop her now. She bit her lip and gave him one last glance her eyes full of sadness before she turned her back and reached for the doorknob. She opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind her. She stood there for a moment, her back against the door before she pushed herself away from the door and walked the few feet to the stairs and she sat down resting her head in her hands,"Yer not gonna cry ova this Poet.....not this time....don't..." her voice broke as a few tears fell without effort,"...do it..."she mummbled.
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Post by Irish on Oct 8, 2009 15:48:39 GMT -5
Irish expected this, he honestly did. He had screwed up and now he was paying the price. He pushed away from the table and ignored the look Daniel gave him when Daniel emerged from the other room. Thankfully, Grandda must have take Sean up the roof-maybe to push him off-Irish didn't really care. He found Poet and his heart broke. Gently, quietly, he approached her... "Poet... Oi am sorry. Oi screwed up, Oi admit it. But at least Oi told ye. Oi didn't hide it from ye like other guys would have. Oi swear, Oi'll never touch a drop of liquor again." He said, his voice breaking. He sat down in the hall, a few feet away. He had seen Poet when she hit guys-he wasn't up for a black eye on top of sore knees and shins.
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Post by Poet on Oct 8, 2009 22:52:57 GMT -5
She looked up, her eyes brimmed with tears, her heart pounding, threatening to break through her chest and onto the floor to shatter itself. She looked at him as he sat a few feet away, and she found words, she found questions in her mind. She tilted her head and bit her bottom lip as she pushed her hair out of her face. "Irish.....look at meh..... can you honestleh tell me you want to be with me forever, can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you love me and that I'm the only one you can see yerself with?" the words came out of her mouth and she half choked on them.
She looked down letting the silence overwhelm the empty space between them. She took a few deep breaths before she spoke again,"If you can't do that.....then...then.... we can't go through with it, I had my heart decide, I made my decision and I chose you fully and completely.... if you haven't made that same decision, if yer having second thoughts, back out now before we hurt each other even more...back out now before you hurt me beyond repair....but if you love me...I need you to be able to do those things,"her voice was shaking, her words burning her throat as she choked them out in fear he would turn his back on her this time.
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Post by Irish on Oct 9, 2009 15:37:23 GMT -5
Irish shook his head. "Oi do want ye, other wise Oi wouldn't have told ye. At least Oi'm up front with it." He said bitterly. "Oi could have just lied to ye and let ye think Oi'm perfect. Well, Oi'm not and Oi'm admitting it. Oi screwed up, end fo story. Oi'm not makin' excuses, Oi'm tellin' ye. It's hard for me. Oi love ye more then me own life, but... Oi screwed up. Technically, we weren't even together..." Irish sighed and held up his hands. "Oi'm apologizin' and Oi ain't askin' ye to forgive me. Just acknowledge that Oi admitted Oi was wrong. Oi'll be happy with whatever ye decide after that."
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Post by Poet on Oct 9, 2009 18:47:14 GMT -5
She stood slowly and walked to him, she gently lowered herself and sat in his lap. She tilted her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him, she was through arguing she was through being upset, she just wanted to hold him. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed softly,"I forgive you..... and I want nothing more than to be with you always...."she whispered. She looked up into his eyes as she bit her bottom lip and then looked down letting her hair curtain her face. "Are you staying hereh tonight or goin' back ta the lodging house? I want to spend some time with you alone when you can..."she asked him as she slowly ran one hand down the side of his neck and met his gaze once more. "I want to spend as much time with you as I can.... and I want some alone time with you,"she added her voice soft.
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Post by Irish on Oct 9, 2009 20:04:32 GMT -5
Irish grinned, feeling better. "Are ye sure ye don't wanna corrupt me innocence yerself?" He asked jokingly, laughing. He kissed her gently, but nearly dropped her when the croaky voice of his grandda was heard.
"If yer gonna be kissin' in the hall, take it somewhere else. Oi won't be havin' it, Liam." He snapped, Sean passed them, looking throughly miserable and beaten. Irish nodded and stood, pulling Poet with him. "Come on Poet, we should go... Now." He grimaced at his grandda's retreating back and pulled her down the stairs.
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Post by Poet on Oct 9, 2009 23:21:37 GMT -5
Poet let him lead her down the stairs and she held his hand her fingers intertwined with his. She smirked at his comment as it repeated itself over and over in her head. "Irish.... ya haven't done much with girls before have ya?"she asked him softly. As he lead her along side him she bit her lip, honestly even with as pretty as she was, she had never done anything beyond kissing. She wondered to herself if he had gone farther than that with anyone. Part of her had no desire to find out, but she knew she should know. She stops him when they get outside the building and she pushes him gently so his back is against the wall of the building, her hand on his chest,"sorry I don't mean to be aggressive but I have to do this," she said. It was raining at this point outside and she didn't care, she brought her lips to his and smiled against his lips in joy.
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Post by Irish on Oct 14, 2009 16:35:54 GMT -5
Irish blushed a little at her question. "Oh, Oi guess ye didn't get what Oi was playin' at. Oi ain't exactly a virgin anymore... but it was a mistake, Oi assure ye. Oi should have been smarter and waited for ye, Poet. Ye know, Oi went to confession in church and the priest told me there's a second viginity-ever hear of that? He said as long as Oi commit to not do it again until the right person, Oi'll be forgiven... Oi guess." Irish shrugged. "Oi assure ye, ye'll be the only one for me this time around, Poet. Oi commit body and soul to ye."
Irish grinned as she pushed him to the wall. He kissed her, pulling her closer to him. He heard a window slide up and Sean poked his head out. "The street ain't that much better, Liam!" He yelled before he disappeared. Irish laughed and pulled her along.
"So, where to?" He asked her, still grinning.
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Post by Poet on Oct 15, 2009 0:02:20 GMT -5
She looked at him as he reclarified his story and she stepped away slightly for a moment. She tilted her head and her gaze became worried ever so slightly. "Irish....how am I supposed ta trust you if ya couldn't keep it in yer pants for 24 hours....how can I trust ya won't get drunk again and find someone else when yer off working..." her voice trailed off. She bit her bottom lip and looked into his eyes. She didn't want to hurt him and she didn't want to leave him so she stepped back toward him and took his hand again.
She eyed him momentarily before looking into his eyes again,"I need you to prove it ta meh, prove ta meh you won't do it again....please, show me you want me, that I am enough..."she hesitated and fell silent,"take me back to your room at the lodging house?"she asked him her voice soft and sweet, if he was being honest with her which he was telling her the truth, trust was something he would need to earn, and love was something he would need to show.
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Post by Irish on Oct 15, 2009 15:10:12 GMT -5
Irish looked a little angry. "Oi can keep it in me pants. And don't worry about me gettin' drunk again, Oi hate drinkin', it killed me Da. It was a one time thing. And Oi shouldn't have to prove anything to ye, Oi've shown ye alot how much Oi love ye." He took a deep, steadying breath, "Maybe this time... We should prove it together..." He said softly. He nodded and pulled her along to the Lodging House. "Home Sweet Home," He murmured, letting them into his room. He sat on the bed. "What now?" He asked.
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Post by Poet on Oct 15, 2009 22:09:40 GMT -5
She looked at him and tilted her head as he sat on the bed, she made sure the door was closed before she walked over to him and sat down in his lap. "You're the one with the experience hun, not meh.... I don't know "what now?" ya gotta tell me...or show me.." she said to him as she tilted her head to the side. She looked into his green eyes and ran a hand along the side of his neck almost teasingly. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation she could feel her body longing for him, wanting him, needing him. She leaned forward about an inch from his face and smiled,"that is if yer willing ta show me,"she whispered.(Should we move to lodging house or just keep it here?)
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Post by Irish on Nov 2, 2009 17:47:30 GMT -5
Irish smiled nervously. He touched her hand and then her face. "Well see... Oi've only had sex before-and that was one time. Oi never made love. One of the most tragic things in life is havin' sex without yer soul. Oi found were me soul is... It's with ye Poet..." He kissed her gently, easing her onto the bed. He held himself over her and smiled at her gently. "We'll figure it out together, ey?" He asked her, whispering. He kissed her neck softly. "Just... go with it... Oi guess." He murmured.
((we can keep it here))
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Post by Poet on Nov 11, 2009 17:46:30 GMT -5
When he lie her back she looked up at him with utmost admiration and love in her eyes. She smiled up at him and when he kissed her neck and told her to go with it, she nodded in agreement and understanding. She lie her hands on his chest for a moment before bringing one of her hands to rest on the back of his neck and she ran the other one down until it met with the bottom of his shirt and she stopped it there unsure of what to do. She had heard things of what to do and how sex went, but it wasn't something she knew how to do, she was extremely hesitant on things. She didn't want to go about it wrong at all, especially since she knew it was important to her, special to her because it was with him, and she loved him more than anything the world could offer her.
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Post by Irish on Nov 18, 2009 20:09:56 GMT -5
Irish chuckled lightly, and pulled his shirt off, before kissing her gently. "Let me know if... I do anythin' wrong, ey?" He asked her earnestly, kind of apprehensive. He held himself over her and stroked her cheek. "I love ye, did I ever tell ye that? I can't tell ye enough." He sighed, kissed her and let the world disolve into passion and love.
*****
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Post by Poet on Nov 19, 2009 2:32:51 GMT -5
*****
Lying in his arms she knew she had done everything the right way with him...being with him,loving him, and saying yes to marrying him. She rested her head on his chest and held him in her own arms, it was really late, the sun was far gone and she wondered if he would be able to sleep and stay with her or if he had to get ready to go anywhere. She looked up at him and tilted her head, she herself was about ready to fall asleep but she did want to talk to him about this marriage thing.
She bit her bottom lip and looked down slightly,"Irish...how are we goin' ta go about all this? I mean I know the concept of marriage, but I've nevah seen much, after all I never realleh had much of a family, but I do want one...and I want it with you...but yer the expert on everythin' it seems, so where do we go from hereh with all this?"her voice was soft as she questioned him and shifted so she could prop herself up to look down into his eyes as she lie beside him.
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