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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 22, 2015 16:21:10 GMT
He wasn't sure if it was the fact that this relationship was just different than his last or if she was just dramatically different from anyone else he had been with. She had a valid point when she said that he couldn't just expect her to sit around and wait for him, ready to be there for him in whatever way he decided - whether it was dinner, acting as his date to an event, or something more sexual in nature. Just because he had been able to get away with it before didn't mean that was always going to be the case and he knew that he was going to have to treat her differently if he wanted to keep dating her. Which, if any of this told him anything, it was that he wanted to be with her.
"I'm sorry," he said finally. "You're right. I should have called and I apologize for not doing it." But there was more to it than just that, more that he knew he needed to correct before they could really move on. "Maybe we need to set some ground rules then. That way there are no more misunderstandings when it comes to this relationship and everything that goes with it."
Sighing, he frowned at her, "You're not pathetic, darling. It's okay to express feelings." He hadn't originally meant to tease her about it, but at her declaration of how she felt, he couldn't help but feel a little pleased to have finally heard it all said out loud.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 22, 2015 16:40:38 GMT
"It's not okay," she replied stubbornly. "It's pathetic and weak and I think I'm breaking out into hives," she joked, still, she turned back to him, walking over to him and standing in front of him. "I'm sorry, too. I suppose I can't be mad at you for missing a date that you didn't even know we had," she shrugged. "I just wanted to do something nice for you," she explained. "I'm not normally very nice and I don't normally apologize, so you might want to make note of this day somewhere as one that will live in infamy."
She peered up at him, sighing and nodding. "Rules might be good," she admitted to him. Having never been one for rules, she was reluctant to believe they would do much. For a very long time, she'd lived by her own set of rules that involved not getting attached and it seemed Tripp had already caused her to break all of those. She supposed perhaps that, in that case, a new set of guidelines were in order. She leaned against her kitchen counter. "I want you to let me know if you're running late, I know how important work is for you - I just don't like being left wondering if you're going to show up at all," she informed him.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 22, 2015 16:55:29 GMT
When it all boiled down to it, Tripp knew that she had truly attempted to do something nice for him, and while he hadn't known that it was coming, and while he had finally arrived at her apartment two hours past the start of their date, he still appreciated the trouble that she had gone through to try and be the sort of girlfriend that she thought she was supposed to be. If he was being honest with himself, he knew that he did have expectations for what he wanted her to be like as a girlfriend and he did have expectations for what it meant to be with him. He expected her to be his date to the variety of events he was obligated to attend, he expected that they would go out for dinner or drinks, he expected that they would continue to have the sort of sex life that they had both come to take great pleasure in. The rest of it was just a welcome addition. But without communicating his expectations, he supposed that it wasn't fair to expect her to agree so easily.
"Okay," he agreed. Some how the idea of calling her when he was running late made their relationship seem more solidified, and certainly more domestic. And he wasn't sure he minded that at all. "I expect us to continue to date - dinners, drinks, events, all of it. But I want you to tell me if you have a problem with any of it. I want us to communicate, Melanie."
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 22, 2015 17:08:09 GMT
Melanie nodded at Tripp. "We both need to communicate better, because to be fair, you're the one that sprang a label on me and then didn't call tonight," she stated, but then smiled at him. "I like the dating part, I don't want to be boring. I'm not ever going to be the kind of girl that wants to stay in every night and watch television," she made a face at the thought. Though, Melanie might have been able to tolerate a few quiet evenings alone with Tripp if the situation called for it. While she wouldn't with most, she thought that she just might make another exception for him. Still, she'd always been a social person and had always been rather active in her personal life. She liked the fact that he wanted to continue those sort of things, despite the fact that they were becoming more serious.
"I don't know what else we might need rules for," she admitted after a moment. She took a step in closer towards him, pouting a bit. "You might have to walk me through some of these things," she admitted. "Which I apologize for in advance, mainly so I won't have to apologize for it as often in the future."
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 22, 2015 17:17:18 GMT
Yes, he supposed that his communication skills could have done with some work as well. Tripp was taking what she had said at face value and deciding that since she had made no objections to the fact that he had called her his girlfriend at a very public outing, then she had no problems with the label being placed on their relationship. Finding her moving closer to him, he sighed softly, allowing himself to relax. Their first fight, as dramatic and potentially problematic as it had been, seemed to finally be coming to a close. With that, he allowed himself to take a step closer to her as well, pulling her to him.
"Then let's start there." Opting to take a clean slate approach to their evening, he smiled softly at her. "Hello, darling."
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 22, 2015 17:29:04 GMT
Melanie couldn’t help the smile that broke out when he pulled her in and called her his pet name. She glanced away in hopes of hiding it. “Hello.” Pressing herself against him, she turned back to look up at him, chewing on her lip. “There were other surprises, too,” she nodded at him, moving back slightly to loosen her robe.
“Presents for you to unwrap. Here and in there,” she gestured to her bedroom. She supposed that she had just made it through her first fight in her first adult relationship and as far as she knew, from movies, television shows, and stories from her girlfriends – making up was now an essential part of bringing it to a close. And she’d always been very good at that. She took his hand and tugged him in the direction of her bedroom.
Once inside, she let go of his hand and walked to her nightstand, picking up what she’d bought earlier that day when she’d been out shopping for lingerie. Turning to look at him with a grin, she nodded, “I know you had a long day today. I think it’s only right that as your girlfriend, that I help you relax,” she nodded, holding out the box and looking up at him. "Plus, we're supposed to make up. I've always been very good at nonverbal communication."
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 22, 2015 18:47:51 GMT
If all fights with Melanie were sure to end in this way, Tripp wasn't sure that he could promise that he wouldn't instigate them. Her physical appearance had been the first thing that had drawn him to her and as he kept learning more and more about her, he kept realizing that it was really just an added bonus to everything else. She was beautiful and sexy, but she was also clever and passionate, and he knew that he liked her for a lot more than just her appearance already. Though, that didn't keep him from watching her appreciatively as she loosened the ties on her robe, nor did it stop him from picturing what she was going to look like when he finally pushed her onto the bed.
Smirking at her implication, he accepted the box from her and opened it. Looking at her with amusement, he glanced back down at the box and at the handcuffs and blindfold she had given him. "Should we put these to good use?"
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 22, 2015 19:01:05 GMT
Melanie looked up at him and laughed softly. “You like it?” she asked him with a grin before stepping closer and shrugging her robe off, letting it fall to the floor. She stood proudly in front of him, dressed in the new black lace ensemble she’d purchased earlier that day. She licked her lips and peered into the box for the things she’d purchased.
Since she’d begun seeing Tripp, everything had different, including her activities in the bedroom. Tripp, unlike other men she’d been with, was much more dominant and while she was used to taking control, there was something exhilarating about relinquishing it to him. While she still sometimes tried to battle him for the upperhand in bed, at the end of it all – she was more than happy giving it up to him. She took a breath and shifted her weight a bit before holding her wrists out to him.
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