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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 8:50 pm
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee smiled upon receiving the kiss atop her hair. It was nice to know that Aimee wasn't taking offense to anything she was doing and it was great she wouldn't press the word love upon her. The word was a dangerous one when used on something considered a taboo. One woman simply did not fall in love with another in the Monroe family. You were to marry the opposite sex, bear children, and grow old to count your fortune in an estate as big as three houses. At least, that's things had been for the past several generations. Being the only living child of the Monroe family, it was her duty to carry on the family name. Her genes were considered precious and to be lucky enough to be wed to her was an honor for any suitor. Still, the thoughts would continue to haunt her of how to introduce Aimee to her parents as herself and someone she was really fond of. At the very least, she hoped to find a way to talk to her parents about an interesting attraction she had to someone.
The blonde smiled and stood up taking Aimee's hand, letting her cheeks shine a brilliant pink with glee. "Sounds good to me, but if your old job was to seduce, why have i been the one kissing you so-... you know... and you've... yeah." Saralee looked down and shook her head. Real smooth there blondie. You really know how to say what you mean. "I just wanted to show you how I felt... and... yeah... Let's go get some of that food before I start babbling again!" Her cheeks were growing redder. Why was it so hard to talk to Aimee about how she was beginning to feel? Was part of the attraction becoming sexual and it was hard to explain that she wasn't as straight as she had told everyone all of these years? Whatever it was, Saralee wasn't sure how to communicate it. She wanted to just melt into Aimee's arms when they kissed and held each other close. She had never loved a woman before, but it was starting to feel like she did. And part of love, was wanting to give someone all of you... even if you were a little awkward and scared. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 5:20 am
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As she giggled at Saralee's verbal blunder, Amiee couldn't help but feel a bit insulted at the blonde saying that she was lacking in seduction. After all, it had been what had kept her and her mother alive for years. Though it seemed petty, the hacker still felt the need to prove herself to the other girl, her entire demeanor changing as she slipped almost effortlessly into the persona of 'Ashley'. Her jade eyes were half-mast as a coy smile graced her lips, her face tilted just slightly to the left; her expression held the dark promise of wild fun and sensual competition. Her arms moved with a grace Amiee rarely used, the fluid motions almost hypnotizing as she wrapped them around Saralee's shoulders, walking the shorter girl backwards and back into her seat. Smoothly, the model ignored her pained leg as the denim of her jeans slipped down to cover the burn and rubbed against it harshly, straddling the blonde's waist. Her jade eyes seemed to be hazy, somehow not even giggling at how red her date's face was while she leaned forwards and moved to hover her mouth a scant inch from her right ear, her voice slightly husky as she whispered in a voice that had been unused for years, "If you think I wasn't seductive before, then perhaps I could turn up the seduction, hmm?" She allowed her breath to tickle the sensitive skin of Saralee's ear and neck teasingly.
Amiee was partially frightened of how easy it was to become Ashley again. Of how quickly she could return to the art of seduction and the tempting of the dark desires that lay hidden in every person. However, she was rather enjoying how the blonde shivered under her, ducking her head slightly to place a tender kiss right on Sara's pulse as she breathed in her scent of tangy metal, spicy fire, and something that was uniquely Saralee Monroe. "I can assure you that I have been holding back, but I can always let go. Just for you." The final words slipped from her lips like silk, as if to caress her friend's mind tenderly as she remained in her lap, pulling back to look into the emerald green hues before gently leaning in to capture Saralee's lips once more.
The kiss was gentle, but teasing, provoking Sara to seek more than what she was allowing. It held the assurance that she was holding out on the kiss and it was up to the other girl to have her reveal the rest. The model's hands graced down the spine of the heiress over her shirt, her generous chest arching into the other females' teasingly. Part of her wanted to stop, but it was like a flood that had been held back too long, the seductive nature of her alias refusing to be denied. And for once, Amiee didn't want to fight it too hard. As long as Sara was enjoying herself, she didn't mind letting her see a glimpse of who she was from a different angle. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 9:07 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 11:04 am
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The moment Saralee rest her head on Amiee's breasts, the hold that Ashley had over her seemed to shatter, the punk hacker bursting into soft giggles as she hugged the blonde back gently. "Glad my chest pillows are of service to you, hon." She teased in a playful but kind voice, not moving from her perch. I was comforting that the younger girl found her more seductive side desirable, but then again who didn't? At least she wasn't running for the hills. Her jade hues were once again full of kind mischief, not sultry intentions as she placed her chin atop the soft blonde locks.
However, it was at that moment that Tenchi stuck his head in and asked in a rather bored voice, "I'm sorry, should I find you two a room? One that I don't need to be worried about bleaching forever just to have my lunch in? C'mon, Aimee. I really hope you aren't about to have adult themed talks in the shop. That's just a wee bit tacky."
Amiee was bolt upright in a flash, her face burning with shame at being caught straddling Saralee's waist by her mentor and father figure. She didn't think she could possibly be more mortified unless he had actually walked in on them having sex, and that was something she would rather avoid forever. "S-sorry! We uhhh.... W-we got distracted!" She stammered out, turning to see him blowing kisses at them as he replied, "Awww, I used to distract many a girl the same way when I was young~! You frisky devils!"
Amiee lobbed a magazine at him, the man ducking away to avoid the projectile from smacking him in the face as he laughed, the model standing up with that same deep crimson on her face. "Sorry about that.... I kinda forgot where we were for a second there.... But um, I'm glad the fact that I can get a bit more......" She searched for the right word. "Tempting doesn't make you nervous. It's a part of me, after all. So, h-how about that food?" Once again she extended her hand to Saralee, her lips set into a shy smile. |
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 9:32 pm
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee laughed hearing Tenchi tease Aimee with his comments and felt her own cheeks growing pink. At least he wasn't as strict and wouldn't be judgmental as most of the men she knew were at this age. He seemed kind and understanding for someone who just got his shop shot at by passing cars! The young blonde smiled and stood up following Aimee's lead, taking her hand and gently lacing their fingers together. She stood beside Aimee looking slightly up at her from their three inch height difference. "Well, I know that even if that tempting side is a part of you, you'll only let it out for me. Never have I been able to trust anyone I liked to be that way with me. Would... would it be okay if..." Her words were getting jumbled in her mind again. Se wanted to say the words so badly it hurt her throat and her head. Why was this so hard? Taking a deep breath and looking into the jade hues she had come to find tranquility within, she managed to get out the challenging words. Normally they were spoken to her, not from her. "Would it be okay if I called you my... girlfriend?" Her cheeks grew redder and her ears reached a hot pink. She was learning how to speak her mind quite well from being with the model.
Still, nerves began to play on her mind. "I-I-I mean if that's okay! Y-y-you might think it's too soon or you may not feel like a commitment is in the picture right now or-" She shut her eyes and looked down. Now she felt ashamed. Way to go, girl. You probably ruined your nice day you were having. Now she's going to either laugh at you or feel really insulted. Saralee prayed that wouldn't be the case. She was enjoying Aimee way too much to just be out down or her desires cast aside like a child's dream. She didn't want to see anyone else. She didn't want to even hug anyone the way she hugged Aimee. She only wanted to be by this young beautiful woman's side and hold her hand as she faced the world. So much was coming. Three days from now would be her 17th birthday... and the day her father would tell her if he had a suitor picked to begin courting her. If he had a young man picked for her, she was going to be in a lot of trouble. How would she tell Aimee if this happened? How would she tell her parents that the person she wanted to keep seeing was Aimee, a WOMAN? All of this was going to end in one way or another with someone getting upset, angry, or dead. No matter what, she hoped that she could still face whatever it was, knowing Aimee was going to be right there with her.
The blonde shifted her feet back on her heels and flipped her locks over her shoulder, releasing the sweet sugared citrus smell of her hair and the vanilla perfume behind her ears. Her grip grew only slightly tighter on Aimee's as she still looked down at the ground in shame. "In my heart it just felt like something I wanted to ask... I want to give you all that I can of myself but to me that means giving you the official title of my escort... in this case, girlfriend... is that okay?" Her ears burned in embarrassment. How could the raven-haired one understand where she was coming from? To most people they were just titles when people casually dated. But to Saralee and all the other Monroes alike, the titles meant they were serious about seeing someone again and considered them special. She hoped deep down in her heart that Aimee might understands and clear the air before they left the shop to get some food. |
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 3:56 am
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At Saralee's words, the hacker swiftly turned to look directly at the blonde, searching her features for any trace of mirth or a lie, and not finding any. And Amiee wasn't certain if that was a good thing or not. They had only met Friday evening, and now it was slowly creeping to Monday late afternoon. Weren't they moving a little fast? However, Amiee had to admit that they did have an undeniable chemistry, and she was happy to have the other girl near her, smiling at her in ways that made her heart flutter. Besides, they were still in high school, this was the perfect time in their lives to make hasty and possibly stupid decisions about who they would date. There wouldn't be another time that they could be so free with their hearts, and if things didn't work out, it wouldn't be the end of the world.
Her mind was reeling, churning over each possibility with a shockingly clear focus. Saralee could betray her, out her, break the heart that Amiee guarded jealously from pain; her heart was the one thing that she had managed to keep to herself after all these years, how could she be willing to let it be broken? Saralee could be the best thing that ever happened to her, but what of her parents? What if they leaked her location and who she was, opening up the model to retribution from Reymond, and the few others like him from her past? And on that note, what if those men used Saralee as a way to get to her? Though only Rey might stoop that low, she was afraid of exposing the heiress to that kind of danger. And yet, the timid gaze of those emerald eyes weakened her resolve enough she her to smile, still pushing away the ache of her burn to say, "On one condition; you agree to learn martial arts and carry a small knife on you at all times. My world is a dangerous place, and if you are going to date me, I want you to be able to help me keep you safe." A wicked grin crossed.her lips. "Plus it means that if David tries to lay his hand on you again, you can break his nose. If we are going to be dating, I want to know that you are safe, even if I am not next to you. What do you say, Ms. Monroe?" |
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 7:22 am
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Saralee Monroe
The words weren't what she expected to hear, but they weren't the dreaded no either. Learning to defend herself wouldn't be a bad alternative to her lifestyle after all. She admitted she was rather dainty and timid, fail and foolish, but with Aimee she felt like she could do anything! The woman was bold, cunning, and a perfectly capable partner to keep her safe. Knowing that she had gotten a glimpse of Aimee's world, she could understand why Aimee was laying on the conditions that she had. The world was a dangerous place for anyone of her stature and background, despite the lies that her father had given her. The blonde nodded and loosened her grip on Aimee's hand she held. Her voice trying to hold back her undying happiness. "I'll learn anything just to keep you by my side. I'll do anything to keep myself with you. I know it's been brief, but... I just have this feeling deep down that this is meant to happen. I can't shake it!" She turned to face Aimee and hugged her tightly, wrapping her arms around the other's neck and pushing their generous chests together, her one knee bent pointing a foot at the opposite wall in glee.
It was strange how everything was becoming strangely comfortable. Such a taboo was starting to seem like less and less of a forbidden act. What was wrong with letting your heart tell you that you love someone of your own sex? Still, how did two people of the same sex consummate their marriage if they got that far? Sure her mother talked with her about how men and women made children, but never about how two women would show their love on the most physical level. Saralee squinted her eyes and mentally shook the gutter-bound thoughts out of her conscious mind. Damn you Aimee for getting me excited! She felt her pocket buzzing and was reluctantly forced to let go of her new girlfriend. Looking at the caller ID, she was puzzled as far as why they would be calling so suddenly. She kissed Aimee on the cheek and sighed. "Sorry. I have to take this."
The blonde turned around and answered. "Hello? Yes Father it's me... No I'm fine I don't need a ride back. I'm talking with someone who's looking out for me... A friend... um, yes? Alexander is here, why?" She turned her head around to look at Aimee, her expression as confused as ever. "Um... sure, you can talk to him?" Saralee extended the cell phone toward Aimee and tilted her head. "My father wants to talk to you, Alexander." She wasn't quite sure why her father would be calling to talk to Alexander of all people, but regardless, she had to let him speak. Otherwise she would never hear the end of it. |
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 8:39 pm
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She hadn't before thought that her pale complextion could grow any whiter, but hearing that Saralee's father was asking for her proved her wrong. Well, technically he was requesting Alexander, but Amiee was still the one that had to do the talking. Shakily, the hacker reached out and took charge of the offered phone, taking a deep breath through he nose and speaking in her boyish voice, "This is Alexander speaking. How may I be of service to you, Mr. Monroe?"
Her jade eyes flicked back to emerald hues in worry, afraid of what could possibly had prompted the wealthy man to call his daughter. Qas somerhing wrong? Had that b***h gone and ratted her out for the damage she had dealt in Sara's defense? Granted, Amiee had gone a bit far with her actions, but still, she had been trying to stick up for the heiress. However, it was at that moment that she remembered that Amiee had done those things, not Alexander. The male persona should be safe. But she still couldn't help but be scared. Saralee came from a world of luxury that came with one hell of a catch; the blonde was to marry a man, expected to be straight, and possibly would be disowned should she do anything to the contrary of those two atipulations.
The model's only trump card was Alexander. He could provide a cover to appease the Monroes wishes while still allowing Saralee to follow her own dreams. And yet, a part of her was a bit wary of starting a cover story that important. Should she be discovered, Amiee was more than certain that she would be dealt swift retribution. But she couldn't focus on that right now. Right now, Amiee had to focus on making another good impression on the father of her new girlfriend. 'Hmmmpppphhh.... Girlfriend...' she mused, inwardly grinning at the title she could bestow upon Saralee. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 7:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 8:38 pm
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Amiee handed back the device before lacing her hands together and placing them atop her head, letting out a long stream of air in rleif. "He said for me to treat you very well as we spend time together, or he will have me removed. Man, your father scares the hell out of me, Sara." She certainly wasn't lying about that. At least now she could have the girl spend the night with her, though she made a mental note to sleep on the floor as to not impose. 'Or face the wrath of Daddy Warbucks....' She scoffed inwardly.
At least now she would see the world of her friend tomorrow, slightly curious of what it would be like, though she shook her head before giggling. "We stil need to get some grub." With a shy smile, Amiee lead the blonde to her motorcycle, favoring her burned leg as she did so. Maybe she could show Saralee the modeling agency later on if she wanted.
As Amiee handed the blonde a helmet, she granted her a smile, casting a wink to her as her mind raced. Mr. Monroe was allowing her to attend the party, yes, but now she had serious competition for her girlfriend. HER girlfriend! A tiny, jealously possessive part of her fumed at how dare that man permit others to pursue her! What nerve! But she had to play nicely, impress the parents, and most of all; play the part of a male flawlessly. Alexander was quite famous, but she hated that she couldn't be herself. Still, she would romance the blonde at the party tomorrow and stomp out any hope those bastards had of trying to flirt the heiress into their arms. As much as Amiee wanted to remain objective since they had only just started seeing each other, (the months of inbox banter did provide a good fooundation for them), she already didn't like the idea of Sara being stared at by horny young men like meat in front of starving lions. At least she would be there to act as a buffer for her. |
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 12:42 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 8:35 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 2:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 5:42 pm
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At the suggestion of spliting a plate of pasta, Amiee noticed the shyly hopeful glint in Saralee's eyes, ducking her head slightly behind her menu to hide her chuckles. She could already imagine a scene right out of Lady And The Tramp playing in the green eyed girl's mind, only starring them instead of two animated dogs. However, the model didn't see the harm in indulging her new girlfriend in this, finally managing to control her rather dopey grin and raising her head once more. "I haven't, but I would love to share the pasta with you. I'll be your Tramp if you'll be my Lady." Her smirk became a bit teasing, but lightened at the mention of hot tea. It was one of her favorite things, hot tea. "I would love tea. They have amazing jasmine and rose tea here. I sometimes just come here for a good pot of tea." She admitted.
After beckoning their server over and placing their order, Amiee leaned over swiftly to place a quick kiss on Saralee's lips, winking at her after sitting back in her seat, a blush on her features. "You still somehow look lovely, Sara. I am so lucky that you stumbled across my profile on that site." Her hand reached over to tenderly caress the soft, pale cheek of the cheerleader. "Did you ever expect this when you first started chatting with me? Before you even decided I was worthy of your friend request?" When the tea was placed before them, Amiee withdrew her hand, thanking the server who seemed to be considering something.
"Ex..... Excuse me, Miss? Are y-you Amiee Tressler? The model?"
Internally, Amiee winced, glad that in her current state, Saralee wouldn't be recognized. "Yeah. I am." The girl seemed to grin way too big for her face, the model arching an ebony eyebrow at the suddenly excited young woman, a pen and paper suddenly shoved at her. "May I have your autograph?!" With an apologetic smile to the blonde, Amiee scrawled her signature swiftly, looking at the female kindly. "Here."
"Thank you!" The girl squealed, dashing off as the hacker flopped her face onto the surface of the table. "Fuuuuuck. I really am glad the manager here is a friend of Tenchi's. He scares off the media for me." Amiee groaned, her forehead still on the tabletop.
Once she finally lifted her head, a small red circle remained on her pale forehead, though it was quickly fading, the hacker taking a long drink of her tea anxiously. She didn't really like the attention the modeling fame brought, but she dealt with it anyways. "When I'm Alexander, it's a million times worse. I really am glad I'm not super famous or anything. I couldn't handle that kind of pressure." Amiee admitted in a quiet voice, her expression sheepish. Her jade eyes slowly met Saralee's emerald, her body relaxing. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Monroe would find Alexander suitable for Saralee, and they could be together forever. Though a small part of her was railing against her falling for the blonde so quickly; Sara's father would likely break them up, and she would lose her to some wealthy male that might mistreat her, though be able to ensure that Saralee would never want for anything. Still, she wanted to cling to that childish fantasy of hers. "Maybe you could spend the night and I could have over a few of my modeling friends for you to meet. You might like Kara and Nina." A grin crossed her lips at the mention of the feiry little Puerto Rican; Nina had both a temper and the most sarcastic personality Amiee had ever met, only tempered by her constant use of innuendos. Kara was more subdued, able to balance out the guitar playing model's more aggressive nature, though she could be just as gutter-minded. Still, they were two of the nicest, most honest people she knew. |
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 1:48 pm
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee felt her cheeks grow a bright pink when Aimee teased her with the Lady and Tramp reference and her being the cocker-spaniel who was rolled a meatball. It felt silly, but somehow she was really enjoying her time out of her social circle. When Aimee leaned in and kissed her once more, the blonde felt her entire body relax and almost tingle all over. She closed her eyes and kissed Aimee back with a smile crossing her lips. The raven's lips were so soft and so sweet to her taste buds. It was all she could think about until the young female came over asking for Aimee's autograph. For once, Saralee was glad to be invisible next to someone who obviously had a lot of fans. She let out a soft giggle seeing Aimee rest her head on the table-top in irritation. "I can imagine. I don't think I would like to have people coming over and asking for my autograph out of the blue either. Of course, Alexander probably has girls flinging themselves at him, right?"
The blonde looked up at the server as she brought back their pot of tea and two small ivory tea cups with a small cream pitcher and some lemon on a small plate for them. The blonde smiled and thanked the woman before she turned to serve her other customers. Saralee nodded to her girlfriend when mentioning the other two modeling acquaintances. They sounded nice enough, but she wasn't the best at meeting new friends. She normally made a fool of herself and ended up begging them to forget it. Still, maybe with Aimee there things would work out a lot better than usual. The raven was a confident person and had a lot of experience with these girls. As long as they could keep her identity secret from the press and her family, she was willing to meet any friend that would come her way. "Sounds like fun, but they better be able to keep their mouths shut about who I am... and I hope they don't fancy you either." Her lips curved into a small pout-like smirk. "I don't want to share my Tramp with anyone!" She let out a soft giggle and leaned in, kissing Aimee sweetly on her lips and lacing her fingers with Aimee's below the table. She loved to tease.
A thought crossed her mind in mid-kiss and she pulled away, keeping her fingers laced with Aimee's and took a sip of her plain tea to try the flavor. If I am staying over with Aimee, what am I going to do? I've never slept over at someone's house who I liked before. What if i see her changing clothes and I like it? What if she sees me? What if cuddling leads to more than cuddling? What if-! Her thoughts became so powerful that her ears started turning red and her eyes refused to leave her cup of tea. She began pouring some sugar and adding a lemon to keep her other hand busy and hoped she wouldn't have to think about it for too much longer. She was embarrassed. Nothing was going to keep her from facing those thoughts eventually, but she had thought she would not have to think so much so soon. Normally people did these kinds of things well over a month of dating. She had only met Aimee in person a few days ago and they officially started dating only an hour ago. Things really were getting complicated. |
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