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Post by Ellie Tyler on Nov 19, 2015 3:08:22 GMT
It was ridiculously endearing to hear about his relationship with his mother, especially when it came to something that was so sweet. Trying to ignore the thoughts running through her head, she instead grabbed her own water from the table and occupied herself by taking a drink and fidgeting with the bottle cap. Looking at him for a second, she bit her lip, thoughts running through her mind that she was sure that she should have been disregarding. Thoughts like what she could have done to bribe the DJ to only play slow dances for the rest of the evening, or what it would have been like to kiss him. Trying not to get fixated on that thought, she stared down at the water bottle in her hands.
"Did you maybe... want to get out of here?" She suddenly realized she had no idea how to flirt with him. Having never tried it with him before, she didn't even know where to start.
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Post by Everett Quinn on Nov 19, 2015 3:18:27 GMT
Everett looked at Ellie for a moment, knowing exactly what she was asking. At that moment, he realized the reality of their situation. That unbeknownst to her, things were going to be changing soon. Everett had to focus on a few things at home and he knew, at the end of the day, it was better to keep Ellie far away from that and would be wrong of him to rope her into something else – especially since it concerned his father.
He knew what had happened with Will Blye and he, in no way, wanted to treat her similarly. So instead he played dumb. “Yeah, actually, I’m starving. You want to go grab something to eat, my treat? We can text Kensi and tell her to meet up with us later.”
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Post by Morgan Tyler on Nov 19, 2015 3:27:03 GMT
Morgan bit her lip when Brody spoke, chuckling softly at the way he trailed off. When they stepped into the elevator door together, she traced her thumb lightly over his knuckles, recalling all too well their first date. She fidgeted a bit and nodded. “This is…yeah,” she laughed nervously and turned to look up at him. She tilted her head slightly and grinned, “You clean up pretty nice, Brody, did I mention that yet?” she teased.
When they stepped off of the elevator, she let out a breath and allowed Brody to lead her down the hallway towards the room they’d been giving. Once they were in the door, she hesitated before walking further into the room but then took a deep breath and tried to relax. She decided to do so by taking off of her shoes. “I think it’s cruel that the Universe made me so short when high heels are literally mini torture devices,” she muttered.
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Post by Ellie Tyler on Nov 19, 2015 18:43:26 GMT
Ellie did her best to hide her disappointment but she could physically feel her smile drip from her face at his answer. Maybe, she argued, she hadn't been obvious enough. Maybe he didn't feel the same way about her. Maybe this was his weird way of asking her on a date. She dismissed the last idea hurriedly, assuming that if that had been the case he wouldn't have said that they could invite Kensi. The thought of her best friend probably off in an alcove or something with Jamie Benson was making her feel much more deflated than she would have liked to be. It was hard enough to try and figure out whether or not she liked him, let alone whether be likes her. For the first time that evening, she wondered if she should have invited Will along as her date. Whatever his faults, she knew that he liked her enough to have picked up on her hints. Rather, he might have suggested it himself.
Forcing a smile on her lips, she nodded. "Sure, if that's what you want to do." But a large part of her knew what she would have rather been doing. Honestly, she decided, she would have taken a kiss or him holding her hand, anything that might indicate that he felt something for her. Deciding that the situation couldn't really get much more embarrassing, she opted to try one more time. "Unless you wanted to maybe find somewhere more private?"
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Post by Brody Finn on Nov 19, 2015 19:05:30 GMT
He flashed a quick smile at her, curious how much of their last interaction in an elevator was playing out in her head. He couldn't seem to get it to stop replaying in his own mind. Every touch, every look, every word uttered kept running through his memory and he tried to will them away, but his own fondness for the memory seemed to keep them firmly in place. The tension in the elevator seemed to become suffocating for a moment and just when he realized he wasn't sure he could stop himself from doing something he might regret, the elevator doors slid open. Letting out a slightly shaky breath, he led her to the room that they had been given. As she took of her shoes, he slid out of his jacket, laughing softly at her comment.
"It's nice to have you a little closer to my level," he told her. "You look beautiful, by the way. I can't remember if I told you that or not."
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Post by Everett Quinn on Nov 20, 2015 2:11:02 GMT
Everett slid his hand through his hair and fidgeted. Part of him wanted to cave - wanted to agree and take her somewhere private. He would have been lying if he'd said he hadn't thought about it. He'd taken a liking to Ellie from the moment they'd started to become friends. But with the way things were going - with what he knew he'd have to take care of soon enough at home and the fall out that was going to happen because of it - he didn't want to make a move that he couldn't follow through on the way he wanted. "Ellie," he said gently. "I think that tonight we..." He paused, brow furrowing before he placed his water down and put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "It's not that..." he wanted to tell her that it wasn't a reflection of how he felt about her, but didn't know how to do that without also getting her hopes up or giving her a reason to push back. And he was only human.
"I just think it's better that we grab a bite to eat," he nodded. Dropping his hands reluctantly, he reached for his water again and took a sip.
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Post by Morgan Tyler on Nov 20, 2015 2:20:07 GMT
"Hey, just because you're a giant doesn't mean that I'm going to stay in those evil things all the time," she laughed, pointing at her shoes. At his compliment, she blushed and looked down, hair falling into her face a bit. "You did tell me, it's very sweet of you to say though," she mumbled before peering up at him. "Thank you." Chewing on her lip, she tilted her head at him, noting that - in hotel rooms there were very few places to sit - there was a chair near the window, a chair at the desk, and the bed. Everything seemed oddly placed for two people to have a conversation. Then again, Morgan wasn't so naive to think that two people got a hotel room on prom night just to talk - in fact, she was pretty sure that they could have just found a place in the lobby to talk that was quieter than the ballroom and spared the charge on his credit card.
She opted to lean against the desk and smiled up at him. "So, I'd bet that there was a line of girls at school just begging you to ask them to prom, Brody," she nodded. "But you came alone just so you could save me two dances?" she tilted her head at him. It had been a long while since they'd really been in this position. Their talk at her return party had been brief and sad. Their talk before she'd left hadn't involved nearly as much talking and she understood why. In the privacy of a hotel room, knowing that no one was going to walk in on the two of them, all she wanted to do was go to him. There was so much between them - so much she knew deep down that they had to talk about - but there was also something else that pulled her to him like a magnet and she found it very hard to stay in one spot.
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Post by Ellie Tyler on Nov 20, 2015 14:11:54 GMT
Ellie forced a smile at him and shrugged her shoulders, trying to dismiss her suggestion and his refusal as though it hadn't been something she had wanted in the first place. The truth was that she didn't know what she wanted. Though, she tried to justify it, what seventeen year old girl did? Morgan did, she argued with herself. Her perfect sister with dreams of who she wanted to be when she grew up, with an attractive French boyfriend who moved halfway across the world to be with her, and an even more attractive best friend that she was fairly certain was in love with Morgan too. But what did Ellie want? At the moment, she was sure she wanted the ground to swallow her up. As much as she hated to admit it, her feelings for Everett had snuck up on her and now his seeming disinterest was getting to her. She couldn't say she was used to not getting what she wanted.
"Sure, that's fine." Giving a little nod, she turned away from him to watch her classmates continue to dance and make fools of themselves. It was a better distraction than having to face him at the moment. When she had composed herself, she turned back to him with another false smile on her lips. "Want to go, then?"
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Post by Brody Finn on Nov 20, 2015 14:43:39 GMT
Brody smiled at her and shook his head. "No line of girls," he informed her. And while for the most part that was true, there had been classmates that had asked. Two girls that were indirectly part of their social circle, and had been in his classes since middle school, had each tried their luck but he had refused their invitations as politely as he could. He had convinces himself that he wasn't going to go, that this wasn't a high school memory that he needed, but the weight of his promise had gotten to him. It wasn't until after Morgan had left and things with Melanie became volatile that reality had set in. He hadn't wanted Morgan to just be his best friend in a long time. Especially not since their first kiss, their first sexual encounter, or their first date. She was more of his firsts than he could count and a large part of him was realizing that he wanted her to continue being his firsts.
Walking over to where she stood against the desk, he slowly stepped toward her, placing his hands on her waist. "I'm sorry you never got your second dance," he told her softly, his face inching toward hers. He hesitated just briefly, looking at her for any protestation before he kissed her. He moved slowly at first, but the sheer weight of their history and his desire for this moment brought a hand to her face, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
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Post by Everett Quinn on Nov 20, 2015 15:31:52 GMT
Everett looked at Ellie for a minute, offering her a small smile and nodding. There was a lot that he wished he could say to her, but at the end of the day he thought it would just be complicating things more. He didn’t know how to explain what was going to be happening with him at home in a way she could fully understand. Ellie had good parents who had also apparently been decent enough to not tell her what a horrible person his father was and assume he was similar.
“Yeah,” he nodded, offering her his arm. “Let’s go.”
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Post by Morgan Tyler on Nov 20, 2015 15:32:15 GMT
Morgan’s breath hitched when Brody’s hands found her waist. She allowed herself to be pulled in and to be kissed, even though she knew that it was wrong. Because, after all, from the moment he’d shown up at prom, she’d known they would end up like this. It seemed, lately, they always ended up like this. Part of her just wished that it was different – that it meant something else. But she didn’t push him away, in fact, she kissed him back with equal intensity and wondered when it would stop feeling like she had to – as if it were her last chance. It seemed, now more than any time before, more like it was. Because she had a boyfriend and Brody was leaving for school.
But Morgan had realized a while ago that she couldn’t force herself to fall out of love with Brody and thought maybe she’d just take whatever moments she could get and use that to keep her happy. She pulled back slightly, chewing on her lip before bringing her fingers to his shirt and slipping the buttons open.
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Post by Brody Finn on Nov 21, 2015 2:21:18 GMT
Brody watched her slowly start to remove his shirt, his heart beating much faster than he would have cared to admit. It wasn't their first time being in this situation so he was having a hard time understanding why it felt like it was such a big deal. Though the reality of the situation was that it was maybe a much bigger deal than he had originally realized. This was the first time that they really had time to themselves, time away from the fear that their parents could walk in at any time, that the elevator could restart, or without the fear that things were going to change irreparably. Though, he had to admit, he did want things to change. He wanted her to realize that she wasn't meant to be with her new French boyfriend, he wanted her to realize that she could be happy with him, and if he needed to remind her of that, he figured that this was as good of a place to start as any.
"Morgan..." he muttered softly to her. As much as he wanted this, he was afraid that this was something that she would quickly regret considering the fact that she did have a boyfriend already. But until she said something about it, he wasn't sure that he had the nerve to stop or to even just remind her of it. Silencing his own thoughts, he kissed her again with renewed intensity.
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