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Post by Melanie Benson on Jan 8, 2016 3:21:44 GMT
Melanie didn't turn her head to watch Colette leave, she instead kept her eyes trained on Tripp. Once they were given a moment of privacy, she closed the door and crossed her arms across her chest. "I want you to know that it's only because this is my first time meeting your family that I didn't claw her eyes out," she told him with a frown, downing the rest of her drink and looking away from him. "But you don't have to apologize," she told him flatly. "I suppose that at least we can say that your tastes have improved."
She remembered what Penny had said about them having been together for four years and had only just recently nearly gotten back together in the grand scheme of things. In fact, in the grand scheme of things it seemed like their time together had been minuscule in comparison to the last big relationship he'd had. That did get under her skin a bit - the fact that while she was experiencing all of these feelings for the first time, Tripp had done it all before. While he was the first man she'd ever felt this way about and everything was new and exciting, Colette very well could have been his first love. Taking a breath, she frowned slightly.
"We should get back out there, I suppose," she said, looking away from him.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Jan 8, 2016 3:38:32 GMT
Tripp would have admitted to her that he appreciated that nothing had come to physical blows, he would have even told her that he appreciated the way that she had handled everything tactfully, but he was finding him at a loss for words at the moment. She made a subtle dig at Colette and he wondered if he owed her an explanation about his relationship with the blonde woman, but he justified not saying anything by reminding himself that things with Colette had ended a long time ago, and he didn't feel like he needed to explain something that was a complete non-issue.
"We could," he nodded. "Or we could stay here." Whether she planned to use the time alone to get their actual issues out in the air, or whether she opted to do something a little more physical with their time alone, he supposed he could be persuaded either way. The fact was that this was the first time that he realized that he was truly at a loss for what to say or do.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Jan 8, 2016 4:17:12 GMT
Part of her wanted to walk away - wanted to take a moment to clear her head. The way that Tripp sometimes seemed so nonchalant about everything infuriated her from time to time. She wished he would explain what was going on - that he'd tell her that nothing with Colette meant anything anymore and that he cared about her the same way she cared about him. But Melanie felt fairly certain that her quick and unexpected feelings for Tripp were more advanced that what he felt for her. Tripp liked to fall back on the phrase 'You know how I feel about you,' but the truth was that she didn't. He was incredibly hard to read and she'd never had anyone fall for her in that way - and maybe it was just because of the person she'd been for most of her adult life - it wasn't exactly the kind of girl you brought to your parents and declared grand feelings for
At the same time, she knew that Colette was now on the other side of the door - probably waiting to see if she'd caused any damage by attempting to make a move on Tripp. And while Melanie wasn't sure if Tripp would ever feel the same way for her that she did for him, she would be damned if gave Colette even one shred of hope to hold onto in her getting back together with Tripp. So suddenly, staying hidden away didn't seem like such a bad idea. Reaching for the door knob, she clicked the lock soundly before walking closer to him with determination. She reached for his tie and tugged him down to meet her, pressing her lips against his in a hungry and demanding kiss. "Mine," she muttered against his lips.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Jan 8, 2016 13:54:17 GMT
He appreciated the way that Melanie had opted to return to a situation that he knew how to handle. Tripp would have fought her endlessly to remind her that their relationship wasn't just physical, that there was much more to their relationship that maybe she even knew, but the knowledge and realization of that made it comfortable to fall into familiar habits. They had always been very good at the physicality of it all - from the night that they had met, to the makeup fights they had which led to someone inevitably being tied to the bed, and even just the normal end-of-day moments together. He knew that anything that happened beyond that bedroom tended to be a new experience for Melanie, one that he needed to walk her through, but he wondered if they had gotten to a point where he needed to let her figure things out on her own.
It took someone like Colette to put his own feelings about Melanie in the light, and as he realized that they were much more intense than he had originally thought they would have been at this point in their relationship, he realized that they were only scratching the surface of the things that actually needed to be said between them.
She announced her claim against his lips and he smirked at her possessiveness, kissing her back forcefully. In that moment it felt like the best way to avoid a fight, to avoid any sort of misunderstanding about their feelings or their pasts, was to just keep kissing her. He turned her around so that he was pressing her against the desk now and continued to kiss her feverishly. Wasting no time in moving things along, he quickly picked her up easily to sit her on top of his father's desk, sliding his hands across the tops of her thighs.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Jan 8, 2016 14:26:03 GMT
Melanie let out a soft groan as Tripp maneuvered them so that she was sitting on the desk. In all honesty, one of the reasons she’d known that the scene she’d walked in on was because she was completely certain that had Tripp been the one trying to initiate things with Colette, his ex wouldn’t have had him pressed against the desk. Her thighs parted for him easily and she nipped at his lower lip.
Arms winding around him, she pulled back slightly to look at him for a moment, a smirk gracing her features. She leaned up to kiss him gently, just a gentle brush of her lips against his, pulling back when he tried to deepen the kiss. “Say it,” she said to him softly. Her fingers moved to toy with the end of his tie and she looked up at him coyly. “Say you’re mine.”
She licked her lips and tilted her head at him, waiting patiently. In certain moments over the course of their relationship thus far, with Tripp’s possessiveness and tendency to be in control – it was a well-documented record that she was his. And while she knew that it was just words that didn’t even necessarily mean anything, she wanted to hear them. Actually, she probably would have found a way to brand her name on him if she could given what had just transpired.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Jan 8, 2016 17:25:37 GMT
Stepping between her legs, he could feel himself getting caught up in the moment as she was subtly teasing him. Tripp wasn't even sure that she knew that she was doing it, both nipping at his lip and pulling away slowly, but when he heard her demand that he state her ownership of him too, he smirked teasingly back at her. Leaning toward her to catch her lips in another heated kiss, he used one hand to pull her body closer to his while the other one slid up her dress, softly teasing her through the thin layer of fabric there.
"I'm yours," he muttered softly against her lips as he kissed her deeply. The situation that had unfolded that evening, he knew, had allowed him a certain sense of possessiveness over their entire relationship, and hearing Melanie demand to hear that he felt the same way as she had, he couldn't help but completely forget about all of the issues he had been having with her secrets prior to this moment.
Teasing her on top of the desk, tempting her to do anything that would urge him on, he kept coming back to the startling thought of how quickly, and how intensely, his feelings for her had developed. She was an amazing, sexy, and clever woman, and he thought that he was well on his way to falling in love with her. It must have been that thought, he tried to justify, that made it easy for him to give up control to her. At least temporarily.
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