-- THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME IS YOU *

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you are the shore than
I AM THE WAVES, BEGGING FOR A BIG MOONS.

Denny was hesitant moving towards her, and she felt sick because of it, but finally he wrapped his arms around her. She was so secure in that moment, she felt the warmth and muscle there. These arms had done so many things in the past week; restrained her, reassured her, comforted her, convinced her. Annie just turned to him and buried her head in his chest, and wrapped her hands up in his nice shirt. Her dripping makeup would probably stain the white, crisp collar but at this point she didn’t care and she hoped he didn’t either. Because all the pretty makeup that had been on earlier in order to give off this impression of being cool calm and collected now ran in murky rivers on her cheeks, showing just how uncool and uncollected she really was. Regardless, she felt better with all his reassuring words, because she did want to fight him anymore. She didn’t want to fight what they had because of the stupid what-ifs she had been screaming about earlier. But sometimes it was just really good to cry, to have a really long cry and be comforted by someone who just pledged their life to you. In every thinkable way, Denny had promised himself to Annie, had guaranteed that he would be there for her. He gave her his heart, his soul, his being, and he told her he did it. He told her he did it without any remorse, without any regret. And Annie wasn’t very used to trusting people and “taking their word for it” so in return, he was asking just that: trust me. He was finally realizing that it was such a big thing to ask of her though. It wasn’t that Annie was afraid of trusting so much as she was just unaccustomed to it. It was hard to change your ways in favor of new ones that you were completely inexperienced with. But in return for all these beautiful things he was promising her? She would try to do it, because it seemed that it was only a fair trade. It was a fair compromise, for a life with Denny that they would both enjoy and a life that would both benefit them an immeasurable amount. Annie wished it wasn’t as hard as it seemed to be, as it was starting to become. But she would try, she would try. For right now though, she just definitely just wanted to cry.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, really just crying into Denny’s chest. Time didn’t mean anything to her for that long moments (or maybe collection of moments). Time had always held irrelevance to her, because she never felt like she needed to label it. She never wore a watch, was never obsessed with how high the sun was in the sky. It just was. In that moment, she thought back to dinner and his mother. Take good care of him; he needs it. Wow. His mother had really, really had it mixed up. Even at the moment when it happened, Annie had thought about how wrong she had been. But now? Now it was so obvious that it almost hurt her a little, because she wished that she wasn’t so damaged as to make it so obvious. Denny was very mature, and stable. Annie wasn’t, she never had been. She was volatile, violent, obsessive, a bomb always about to go off. But Denver still wanted to tackle her. And she wasn’t pushing him away, she wasn’t pushing this relationship away. It was good though, because he was good for her. He was very god, and hopefully he would calm her nerves and her overall volatile demeanor. She still wanted it, she still wanted him. She just… she was afraid. Fearful of everything that someone had to give up, and everything they had to take in for the sake of that crazy thing called love. Maybe she always would be. Maybe it was like a disorder she had been born with, like some people got dyslexia. It was just that it had been time that she told him what she was afraid of; some people were afraid of spiders or something, and Annie was afraid of love. She wasn’t afraid of being in love, especially not with Denver, but love itself was tricky and dangerous, and almost as unpredictable as Annie herself. She would probably always be like that, too; unpredictable. She would never be able to control herself, she supposed. She would have hoped that if there was some way to do it she would have figured it out in the twenty years that she had been herself.

It was late, and cold, and it had been dark for a while. The sky was an inky black across the sky, little stars looking like drops of oil that ink just couldn’t merge with. She had no idea what time of night it was; she didn’t even know what time it was when they had left Thanksgiving dinner. With winter’s time though, who really knew what time it was. She didn’t really care about the cold, didn’t care about the time. In that moment, Annie just cared about Deny. She stayed there, she stayed in the cold, under the sky, she stayed there with Denver. She was glad he stayed too, because this was a breakdown for Annie. Breakdowns and so much crying had always happened, but not so often as they had in the past few weeks that she and him had been “dating”. Even after the problems were fixed she couldn’t dry up her tears or stop herself from aching to scream. She just had to let it out; she’d learned before, that’s what it took. She was kind of glad that she did eat today, though, because otherwise she would probably be throwing up stomach acid or something nasty like that. Her head swam in the night air, all the smells and feelings made her balance come and go, so she would sway against him in the wind. It was like when you spun around really fast and you could feel the earth revolving around you, that child’s way of getting high.

But him just standing there, being her support, her pillar, it was enough to make her feel much better. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to let that go, and now she realized it. She stopped crying, sooner or later, but kept her head pressed against him because she loved the sound of his heart beat and his breathing. ”Yeah, we both have things to deal with; I need to trust someone who’s completely trustworthy and has never done anything to hurt me and you have to learn to love with my craziness forever. Maybe what I have to do isn’t so bad.” She smiled against him, and let the wind toss her closer to him as she clung to his shirt like a life raft. That’s what he had always been for her, he had always been someone to rely on. He was the predictable to her inconsistency, the stability to her sporadic. Sometimes opposites do attract, just not in the way people expect. Annie knew that she, for one, had never expected this. She had never expected to feel so strongly, she had never wanted something like this. She didn’t want it because she didn’t know it existed. But now she knew, and she would fight for it because she never wanted to let it go. ”But it’s all worth it. And I need to stop breaking down, because it is worth it. And because I love you.”

And then, slowly, she peeled herself away from him, and looked down at herself. ”You need to get me down from here, now. Because I don’t care if I have to wear your clothes, I need to get out of this dress.”



1,322 - outfit - lyrics to fob, sob. - much bettteerrr

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

can i be the only hope for you?
BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME.

Holding onto her was the best idea he’d had all night. The phrase Never Let Go didn’t even begin to cover what Denny had in store, and holding onto Annie was the best idea he’d let slip into his mental train station. They stayed there for what seemed like a half-hour at the least just holding on, keeping each other warm despite the cool air and the night sky. Denny felt so….so neutral now that Annie wasn’t yelling and he wasn’t explaining. He was calm, and so tear and make up stains or not he was just going to let Annie cry. As long as he couldn’t see it, he’d let her do it, because he sort of knew in a way she needed it. It was better than her sitting over his toilet and vomiting, in any case. He didn’t think about her bulimia though, because basically he’d told her multiple times that he accepted her for it even if he did hate it. He’d said it so many times, in fact, that he was beginning to sound redundant.

Denny wasn’t all too concerned about his shirt. It was an Izod; he could pick up a new one on sale at the mall any time. If the make up stains didn’t come out, he’d just trash it. It wasn’t a big deal, and he was sort of glad Annie didn’t even try to bring it up. He’d already reassured her of his undying affection towards her; talking about his shirt was just insignificant at this moment. Plus, there really wasn’t all that much being said. The moon almost spoke to him though, calling him, daring him to climb even higher. It wanted him to shift and get as close to it as he could, but with Annie clinging to him he couldn’t. He wasn’t even phased by it though; the moon was nothing compared to the girl in his arms. It didn’t matter to him what his parents thought, what the townspeople thought, what the moon or the stars or the sky thought; Annie was his and he was going to keep it that way as long as he possibly could. For every day that he was living and breathing and well enough to fight, he would. His determination was at an all time high, which was a new feeling for him since determination within himself had all but deteriorated since jail time. Being in love just brought about so many emotions and feelings in Denny, it was slowly changing him back into the man he would have been quicker if he hadn’t gone to jail.

Denny just listened. He didn’t have much to say because Annie pretty much summed it all up; he had to deal with her (and he would, willingly so), and she had to work on trusting in what they had. He just held Annie and let her speak, as if giving her closure. He kind of wished he was, because didn’t people get better after they got closure? In any case, he just let her tell him what was going on, and his heart and breathing nearly stopped when she told him she loved him again. Twice in one night; now that was a feat. You know, some guys would consider a ‘score’ as hooking up or whatever other sick games other guys played, but not Denny. His ‘score’ was getting the girl he loved to tell him that she loved him, because he told her so openly that he loved her. The word coming out of her mouth just set him on a cloud, whether it be cloud nine (though he didn’t understand what was so special about that particular cloud) or any other ball of fluff in the sky. He felt like things would work out (he knew they would eventually), that everything was perfect when she said that to him. He turned his face so he was looking right at her again and couldn’t help but smile. He seemed to be having a hard time controlling the muscles in his face tonight, but that made no difference to him what so ever.

“It is worth it.” He’d already known that, but telling Annie was essential in these moments. “You know I love you; we love each other, so everything is worth it.” He wasn’t too sure about everything, but he knew in due time all would work itself out and he and Annie could just be Denny and Annie and be together. Maybe things were already on their way, but even if they weren’t Denny didn’t care. He’d make them – and he really didn’t need to fight with himself mentally on the roof of his apartment building. Really, he should have been thinking about Annie and getting her out of the cold, but Denny’s mind was never on one subject at a time unless he forced it to be. Hence the train station.

Her comment about his shirt made him chuckle. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why, but it did. “Okay, okay.” Denny smiled and held her hand as he headed for the edge of the roof. He climbed down first, knowing Annie would want to go straight from the roof into his bedroom. Now that they had at least some sense of trust laid between them, he hoped she wouldn’t be so hesitant to get down as she had been to get up, but either way he was just going to help her. “Just slide, I’ll catch you.” There wasn’t much room to fall anyway; Denny’s terrace was so close to the roof he could easily see the shingles that hanged off through his window when he woke up. Maybe he was just extremely tall, but in any case he just wanted to get inside and make some hot cocoa or something.

Annie finally came down and, as promised, Denny caught her. He wasted no time and quickly guided her towards the window that was still open, letting her in first. He followed shortly, then closed the window but not all the way. He liked the fresh air, even if it was freezing cold at night. Then he walked across his bed again, headed for his closet, and sighed. He found an oversized Pittsburgh Penguins shirt that he must have been given from his father (who was originally from Pittsburgh) and smiled. He brought it out to Annie, held it out to her and said, “Hope this works. It’s comfy as far as I can tell.” He hadn’t really worn it all that many times, mostly just when he was too lazy to put pants on. “Go get changed. I’ll put your dress in the laundry pile,” he offered before turning around to find something to sleep in. He decided on a pair of basketball shorts and that was pretty much it, changed as quickly as he could, then waited for Annie. He laid down on his bed and looked at the ceiling, wondering what the hell had actually taken place during the entire day.

There was so much, and yet it felt like nothing.




1184 -- OUTFIT. -- i made but lyrics go to my chem duh. -- holy it's late and this just seems rambly :/

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you are the shore than
I AM THE WAVES, BEGGING FOR A BIG MOONS.

You know I love you; we love each other, so everything is worth it. Yeah, too bad it had taken a near screaming match for Annie to have realized that. It had taken a breakdown, it had taken her fighting it with every part of her body to realize it. It would have been so much easier if she didn’t just intentionally look for things to kill the moment, didn’t always try to say things so that her pessimistic views would be right. She wasn’t sure why she felt that she always needed to be right like she did, but she did. Maybe it was just some constant need to prove everyone wrong and say that life really did suck. But she ignored it all, and she sighed, following him when he grabbed her hand. He led her to the edge of the building, and she looked down hesitantly. The edge of the roof swam up to her when she got there. It wasn’t even heights. She just watched the terrace swim a little, even though it was close. It was like playing with the lens of a camera, focusing on the ground, the terrace, the ground, the terrace. Really, roofs were just not a good place for wolves to be. Too high up; she preferred dirt between her toes. That was much more her style, that odd sense of claustrophobia that the woods had. But to her it wasn’t unsettling, it was welcoming to be almost trapped by trees. You just had to know your way out, which she did. But on a roof? Yeah, not her style. It wasn’t that she was afraid of heights, it was simply that this was an unnatural feeling, being up here. It went against the grain when she saw just how far away from the ground she was. Just slide, I’ll catch you. He made it sound so easy. And so she had to pull on trust again as she closed her eyes, and slid down. The shingles were rough against the fabric of her dress, but she honestly didn’t care. She bit her lip harder because not having anything steady to rely on wasn’t very comforting. Unlike Denver, Annie wasn’t a big fan of trusting the air to hold you up. It just defied her steady thinking. But then he caught her, and she let a little oof escape through her lips as she tried to steady herself on the ground. But she didn’t really have time to get acclimated, because then he was pushing her right into the bedroom, and so she just flopped down on the bed as he walked t the closet and grabbed a jacket.

She took the jacket, and walked into the bathroom. She sighed in distaste; this fucking dress, why had she even worn it to begin with? She hated dresses. But she couldn’t have worn jeans when even Denver had gotten all dressed up for the evening. Further evidence that Annie just wasn’t meant to constrict with society and it’s corests. She wasn’t even taking the damn thing off; she was peeling it off. She made some noise like a growl in her throat. ”Hate dresses…” she muttered angrily. Seriously. Couldn’t she have gotten, like, a sundress or just something looser? Something not so demanding of her body? But then she put the sweatshirt on over just her bra and underwear, and it was big and comfortable, and she was all good again. She swam in the fabric and it swallowed up her little body, and she felt safe again. In that dress there was no place to hide from herself. She pulled her shoes off, too, and left them by the door to the bathroom. Then she looked in the mirror, and that seemed like a huge mistake. ”Wow,” she said to herself. Because she did not like the face staring back in that moment. She unrolled some toilet paper, and got it a little wet, dabbing it around her eyes and face. But that really wasn’t working, and toilet paper was a bitch to get your makeup off with. So she looked around, and grabbed a towel, the darkest one she could find so she didn’t have to stain anymore of Denny’s shit. And then she rubbed her face raw to get everything off, so that when she was done her face was a little red and puffy around her eyes. That may have just been from the crying though.

And then she walked back into the bedroom to see a shirtless Denny. Oh ho ho, wasn’t this a nice turn of events? Annie bit her lip again, because she was trying to decide how she should react to this one. She was going to see if she could keep her mood swings a little watered down, because an hour ago she had been screaming, fifteen minutes ago she had been crying, and now she really just wanted to run over there, tackle Denny, and kiss him until the sun came up. She was up, and she was down and everywhere in between, she was just a chaotic mess; this was starting to become a minor predicament. Annie wished that there was some way she could control it all. So she walked over slowly, testing herself. How sane could she act right now, how much neutralness could she get away with? She crawled onto the bed from the opposite side of where he was laying, and schooched close to him. For a moment, she just stared up at the ceiling, and sighed. Because trying to control herself wasn’t fun. It was like trying to determine fate, it just wasn’t happening and it wasn’t worth the effort. Besides, she seriously would be having so much more fun if she could just close her eyes, let go of the wheel, and let everything go to her metaphorical hell. Even if that would be a trainwreck. So she turned and looked at him, frowned a little because she was still trying to decide what she was doing and sat up, moving closer to him because she just couldn’t help herself.

”No, see, you were wrong,” she purred, putting her hand on his stomach. She felt wolfish in that moment, like she was the dangerous villain in Little Red Riding hood, and poor Denver was the girl himself, innocent and blissfully unaware of what her devious mind was doing. Some little part of her head was screaming HOLY FUCK ANNIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU LITTLE PHYSCO BITCH? But she ignored that part. Because Denny had nice abs, and they were warm and it was quite delightful to have her hand there. ”Because I think you look better than me, without a shirt.” She laughed then. She couldn’t even keep track of herself today, and she was so split in two between what was happening and part of her brain that just really felt bad for Denny because she was turning out to be a psychopath.



1,172 - outfit - lyrics to fob, sob. - soorrrrry about putting him in that predicament. xD

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

can i be the only hope for you?
BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME.

There were so many situations throughout the day that Denny should have just been used to. He should have expected Annie’s tension when meeting his family, should have seen the mood swing from before coming before it had come on, and really he should have just known that there would just be more of that. However, as he would have complained even mentally to the shift before, now it was different. Not exactly what he’d expected after a long day spent in situations and under circumstances that should have worn the both of them out, but he wasn’t saying anything against the alive, aware, awake-ness he was feeling. Even when he yawned he didn’t feel sleepy. He felt awake and ready for anything, honestly, even with the cold wind blowing in from the small slit of his window. He just silently waited for Annie, trying to keep his mind from just floating off into la la land where anything could happen, even passing out regardless of his level of actual tiredness.

Finally, she stepped out. Denny didn’t really look out of courtesy, though he did peek over at Annie as she was putting her shoes by the door. He couldn’t help but stare for a moment; her legs were bare and just there for him to look at, even if that sounded so perverted Denny was almost sick. He took note of how much better she looked in that sweatshirt than he ever did, and made a mental note to leave it in her possession. He couldn’t possibly wear it after seeing her in it, unless he was going to be some sick psycho and wear it in order to keep her scent on him. That was definitely not Denny’s style; he’d rather wear the scent of death than be some weird freak sniffing a sweater. He needed something else to think about, so when she started to turn around again he pushed his line of vision back to the ceiling. Still, all he was thinking about were her legs, and how much he kind of wanted to just run his hands down them. He didn’t mean that in any sort of perverted way, like his mental voice was accusing him of, but rather just to comfort her. God no matter what he thought it all sounded so gross, like some pedophile that wanted to kidnap some little girl and throw her into the back of his van.

Gross.

That sickening thought was paused and thrown into the garbage bin in his mind the instant Annie was next to him. He thought for a minute maybe she’d just tell him she was tired and she wanted to sleep, which would be odd considering Annie avoided sleep and she’d gotten almost fifteen hours of it just the other day. Whether or not she was functioning off of that still or not Denny didn’t care to know, but he wasn’t really tired either so he was also hoping that she’d want to stay up and think of something fun to do. The roof was ruled out as ‘something to do’ because a) they’d just been up there, and b) it was freezing. He didn’t want Annie up there in just his sweatshirt to freeze. Then again, her dress hadn’t been all that much better length wise. Whatever, he couldn’t think about length and the weather with her this close anyway – at least not clearly. All of his thoughts were blurs now that she was in a good mood and this close to his body. And then her head was on his stomach and his mind was just spinning with all of these euphoric thoughts, like he was in some weird version of a happy Alice In Wonderland where colors existed too brightly and Opium was smoked by Caterpillars.

What was she doing? She was going to send him into cardiac arrest if she kept bring his heart rate up this way. He could almost literally feel his heart jumping out of his cage, beating so fast and so hard that he was sure it was going to burst. This was just out of excitement, which meant anymore and it would be all animalistic interactions. Hey, just because Denny wasn’t like every other guy didn’t mean that he wasn’t just another guy. Sometimes guy things just got in the way of him being himself, and sometimes those guy things mixed with his Vulture things which made them even worse. Not worse in a bad sense, worse in a less controllable sense. And Denny wasn’t sure how much longer sweet, sensitive, practically vulnerable but still stable Denny would last with this Annie just laying on his bare skin, pretty much provocatively flirting with him. Somehow through all of this, Denny knew just how much he was being tortured.

There was the half of him that made sense. Half of him was screaming to stay in control, holding on to every fiber that he could find to keep the reigns on Denny’s actions and words. The other half of him wanted nothing more than to just give in and practically attack Annie the way she was attacking him. That part was pure animal; there was nothing human about it except for the body and words. It wasn’t Denny at all, not even when he was in his Vulture form. Even then he was able to keep a good grasp on his self discipline, like he’d gone through karate as a child or something. He’d just had practice – of course at first he didn’t know what to do as a bird, and his animal instincts just took over completely. After years of shifting, he finally got the hang of keeping control in his animal form, and now he was basically a pro at it. But now, with Annie as that one determining factor, all of his self control was about to crumble beneath his fingers. For once, he was okay with that. More than okay; he was so comfortable with the idea that he nearly let it happen.

But he stopped himself short, holding in every other breath in order to just make sure he was still able to keep himself in check. Going too far with Annie would scare her away, even if she was in a temptress kind of mood. With him out of control and animalistic, ‘going too far’ would not even begin to describe what was possible, what might happen, as far as Denny could tell. He didn’t know what would happen if he gave in, and so he fought it just enough to have as much fun with Annie as he could. So he smiled, but not in that sweet, caring way he had on the roof. This smile came with one raised eye brow in a playful, mischievous glance at Annie. “Really now?” He didn’t believe a word she said because honestly, he just thought of himself as this skinny, tall guy that walked around shirtless in his apartment. When Annie was the one shirtless, it was him having all of the fun because hey, what guy would complain about their girlfriend accidentally forgetting a shirt before she came to bother him at two in the morning? Yeah loads of guys would complain about the a.m. part, but Denny could care less.

If Annie was up to shirtless fun, so was Denny.

“I think you look better than me in that sweatshirt.” That sounded quite awkward. The shirt had sleeves. Still, his thought was honest, even if it didn’t make too much sense with his tone and their current predicament. Whatever, it didn’t change his mood or is overstuffed need to just let go any. He was still sitting there wanting to just be this (possibly violent) crazy being that was totally out of character for his normal state of being. All of it just swirled in his head as he registered what was really going on here, and he thought maybe some parts of him were so tense that he couldn’t even feel them anymore. But he could feel everything, which was the weirdest part. Through everything that was going on inside of his head, the constant battle between control and a practical monster, Denny could still feel and think for himself. He wasn’t too sure how he was doing it, but there was no way in Heaven or Hell he was going to question it. It was what it was, and that was that.

“Yeah, but I probably look better with it off.” Oh wow, she was really going to pull that? For a quick instant, Denny didn’t know what to do. He could keep trying to play her game by Annie’s rules, or he could break the rules and his self control and just go for her, but he knew better. The more rational part of his mind knew that playing by her rules was just safer when it came to her influx of moods. Still, her comment made it extremely hard to keep that reign on himself. He just wanted to explode, totally go wild and be someone he definitely wasn’t just because of all of this. It was torturous and painful. No matter that, Denny was still rational for the most part, and so he fought it off and just became extremely playful as a result of holding all of his needs and feelings in. He leaned forward, smirked deviously right at Annie, and hoped he didn’t look like the God Damned Devil himself.

“You know, I can arrange that if you’d like.” He wasn’t about to go complaining about his girlfriend commenting that she’d rather have his shirt on the floor than on her body. What guy would, once again? That’s right; none, not even Denny. He’d fight off these out of control needs long enough to respect Annie and her fears and just go along with playing this game, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t flirt furiously just as she was. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease her like he had in his parents’ living room – which was just a mere memory in the back of his mind by that point. He made some kind of noise that sounded semi seductive and semi scary to his own ears, and he wasn’t quite sure where the hell the noise had come from at first. Then a thought came to him and the answer was evident; he plainly wanted Annie. His want and need for her had created the sound, and that was the one little bit of crazy animal he’d let slip past his barricade of control.

1774 -- OUTFIT. -- i made but lyrics go to my chem duh. -- okay wow denny you need to calm the fuck down boy.

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you are the shore than
I AM THE WAVES, BEGGING FOR A BIG MOONS.

Annie couldn’t describe what she was feeling like right now. All these emotions tearing her up and ripping her apart, she had no words for them. She had nothing to back it up. It wasn’t like she’d ever experienced something like this. Her whole love and sex life up until now had been odd; lost her virginity to some random guy her sophomore year, like almost every train wrecked teenager started off. It was a reoccurring theme, being a trainwreck. She’d been loose, she hadn’t cared. She had also been considerably intoxicated. After that she was the kind of girl that Denny normally would have turned his nose to, the feminine version of what he tried to avoid. A drunk party chick that didn’t really give a fuck about anything that meant anything. It kind of went like that, even though she wasn’t the classic town slut because she never stayed in one place long enough. She zipped through each area, but always left her mark. Because of that, she never gained a big reputation like some other whores did. She was just the mysterious girl with a loose zipper who popped in town and then popped back out. They would talk about her after though, because her tempting charm always left it’s footprint. She was sure that Denny could vouch for that at this point, especially considering he was on the business end of that charm. It was just that sex wasn’t anything to her, her body wasn’t really worth anything. It was just a commodity, a number on a list. It didn’t matter to her what she did with it, because she certainly didn’t use it for love. Maybe not even for pleasure; maybe she had just used it for so long as something to do. Intimacy and love were very different, and she felt like even intimacy didn’t apply to what she had been doing. Because there was nothing close and special about it, there had been nothing memorable (for her anyway, because even Seth had remembered her). It had been a long train like that for her, so when it came to hooking she didn’t have to hesitate; she’d been having sex since she was a teenager, but Annie hadn’t really ever made love. She didn’t know anything about loving someone, body and heart. And so maybe Denny really had her beat, already. Because he had already been loving her and caring about her for so long.

Denny made everything that she knew so different from what it had been. Maybe that’s why she had suddenly shut herself down to contact as soon as she came across him, seeming like a total prude and making him work harder than he had ever worked to try and get to her. He had pushed her to think more of herself, and neither of them had even noticed what was happening. And maybe that’s also why she just wanted his hands all over her; because she loved him. Love was so different that it didn’t make her sick to think of someone touching her whole body. Once that thought had been indifference, and then it had been disgust as soon as she met Denny. But soon he made himself the exception, he made himself the want. Right then Annie wanted him in the biggest, most primal way, but she didn’t even know how to describe it. Because, maybe, when love was involved, everything was drastically different than what you expected it to be. It was probably different than what it had been, because you filled everything with emotion. Maybe, when love was involved, thing would be different, and not so straight forward. It would be a long, twisted journey, each stop something so new and breathtaking that you couldn’t tear your eyes away. So, this wasn’t new to Annie, but at the same time it was.

She wasn’t sure how far they were going to go at this point, though, so she wasn’t sure why she was thinking about it. She couldn’t think of what had been happening not even ten minutes ago, let alone the fact that they had just been at a family dinner. Everything outside of that moment ceased to mean anything, be it her mood swings or Denny’s fear to scare her away. Hell, even the thought of being scared off didn’t occur to her at that point. Maybe it was because she just couldn’t think about it when her whole body was reacting this way. I think you look better than me in that sweatshirt. “Yeah, but I probably look better with it off.” She didn’t even know where that had come from, but it was out her mouth before she could stop it. And she guessed that she would look pretty nice without it on. The thing about being with Denny is that her self-consciousness stopped. Before, she had never cared what people had thought about her body when it came to getting so physical. But with Denny, she assumed that she should care because she was about to strip down to her bra and panties just because of some silly debate that she’d backed herself into. That was exposing a lot of herself, but she wasn’t even about to think twice about it. Caught up in the moment, she didn’t care, and she knew – moment or not – that Denny wouldn’t care either.

At this point there had been some motion that Annie hadn’t caught up with, so now Denny was leaning over her and she was on her back under him, just staring up into probably the most wonderful face she could ever remember seeing in her life. You know, I can arrange that if you’d like. Annie threw back her head with a smile, because that was just a fun idea. She was convincing herself that it couldn’t hurt, because maybe it wouldn’t. She wasn’t sure if it would help the situation or worsen it. She wasn’t even sure if helping it would worsen it or not. She didn’t know what was good or bad right now; going further or back tracking. But before she could even say anything about it, suddenly he made this noise. The sound was a key factor to what going forward would entail, and what it wouldn’t. It was a sign that she really had driven him to a point, and suddenly they were playing Annie’s game, by her rules, her twisted and odd rules that were constantly changing before both of their eyes.\. After all this time (maybe a week, though) he was finally participating in her escapades, letting the physical parts go beyond what either of them had expected it would ever reach. And Annie laughed. She closed her eyes and laughed so loud that the sound of it filled the room, her head still thrown back with just the simple joy of the action. She wasn’t sure if she was laughing at him, or the noise he had made, or this situation or anything. Most likely though it was just this bubbling euphoria finally spilling out from her lips. She was emanating this emotion, and she didn’t even have a name for it. Between all this love and affection and reassurance she was just happy, and now she was getting some physicality, which she had also wanted more than she expected. The noise wasn’t a giggle, or a high pitched squeal, it was a full-bodied, just fucking happy laugh. She picked her head back up, still smiling deviously, and blinked, watching him through orcher eyes that twinkled with little ideas of their own. ”Oh?” she said, her voice still sounding like the laugh, just so happy and full of herself in that moment. ”Do it then.” She wasn’t sure if she was calling his bluff, or what; but her eyes were huge and daring, her lips were pulled back and exposing her teeth in a wolf-like face. Almost a smile, but still a dare, still that wolfish snarl sort of thing where she felt like the villain, like she was about to take his innocence, or something foolish like that. (And really, it was foolish because she still didn’t know how far this was going to go. She was really just guessing and taking leaps that might not even need to be taken.) ”Do it,” she breathed, suddenly feeling light headed and dizzy.



1,402 - outfit - lyrics to fob, sob. - this thread is taking a turn we didn't expect. O:

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

can i be the only hope for you?
BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME.

Laughter.

It didn’t really bother him – actually made his control a bit easier to bear. Laughter, especially Annie’s, brought his rationality to the front of his mind, but it didn’t exactly stop him in his tracks. He wasn’t going to retract and venture off into a world of Denny’s mind with Annie so willing…….for lack of a better word. He didn’t necessarily count this as taking advantage of Annie, but rather just advantage of the situation that she was allowing to happen. Though more and more of the normal, rational, human Denny was breaking through with her laughter, he was still being a good boyfriend by giving his girlfriend attention in any way she wanted, so long as it was fun for him too. Still, Denny was the guy that would give Annie attention in any other situation – that really had no relevancy to the circumstance at hand though. What did was the fact that he could think clearly with her laughter filling his entire room, which helped a bit because then he wouldn’t end up doing something he’d later regret if he could fight the control issue with more power.

From where he was, Denny could just watch Annie laugh and laugh. It really was a gorgeous site – but if you asked him Annie was always 100 percent gorgeous. Didn’t matter to him what others thought; she was his girlfriend and not theirs anyway. It was him that was just laying there above her, smiling - no, smirking still – as Annie just laid there and laughed her ass off at that noise. He really didn’t even know where that noise had come from, other than the animal part of him that had almost won the discipline battle in his mind. He’d never even made a sound like that before in his life, and so he couldn’t help but laugh at it too. Just because things were getting heavily sensual didn’t mean they couldn’t be happy and laughable at the same time. The thought that he didn’t understand the sound was pretty much what was the funniest thing about it to him, for whatever reason, so Denny just kind of joined in on the laughing, but really was only chuckling lightly. “Glad you found that so funny.” And he really was – her laughing with him just made this whole situation a bit easier for him.

Something changed and they were back to that sensual, suggesting mindset, of course with hints of the playfulness that the humor of his noise had made. Only you would make a noise like that and then end up laughing about it, Denver. His thoughts made no difference, because now his laughing smile had turned back into a small smirk, and suddenly Denny just found himself moving closer to Annie. She was daring him, pretty much tempting him to a level that he couldn’t just push away in his mind. Her words echoed in his head, and he deciphered what he should do. Well, he’d already said he was going to do this Annie’s way, and with his mind a little less cluttered he could see why. It was….honestly kind of fun to let Annie lead the way, though some part of him knew she wanted him to do the leading. That part was the part of his mind that he hardly ever listened to, expect for when in desperate situations; it was the part of his mind that he took for granted.

This whole part of the night was going to drive him nuts, but not necessarily in a bad way. Denny could handle a little bit (or a lot) of intimacy, right? Well, he was twenty-two and all; at that age you would have at least thought he’d be used to it in some sense. But between partying and never really settling down with one girl for too long in high school and jail, time in his life had just passed too fast for him to really have ever been a part of an act like this. Maybe that was why the noise had managed to escape, because this was honestly the first time he’d been with a girl he’d actually had real, meaningful, extremely powerful feelings for. In any case, Denny was old enough to make decisions for himself; he was old enough to know he was ready for this, wherever it may have lead. If it went no farther than just half-naked making out, he’d be totally fine with that. Annie was his girlfriend, and he’d told her he’d stick around forever (that possibly entailed times when she didn’t want him anywhere near her, which was his biggest fear, but he’d promised he’d never leave), and that was just what he intended to do. He wouldn’t be that guy that would up and leave her because she didn’t put out.

Any guy that knew they were as in love as Denny knew he was with Annie wouldn’t do that.

So with a look of simple but extreme adoration in his eyes, he brought his lips to hers again for the millionth time that night and rested his hands just below the hem of the sweatshirt. He didn’t really give her much warning, but after all she’d been the one demanding that he take the damn shirt off. The deeper the kiss got, the farther (but not necessarily faster) his hands moved, never really sliding up under the sweater but rather just grabbing the hem to pull it off. He could feel the heat from her body radiating and…..well to say it turned him on was just a bit of an understatement. But Denny was good at controlling himself, and that’s what he did. He didn’t go any faster or slower, but just moved at a steady pace. Soon enough, the sweater was high enough so that Denny didn’t really have a choice but to detach his lips from hers. As fast as he could, because he missed kissing her, he pulled the sweater off and just flung it in any general direction that he wasn’t really paying any attention too.

“Better?” He knew the answer to his question before Annie said anything, but that didn’t stop that smirk from creeping back to his features again. Before he even gave her a chance to answer, he was kissing her again anyway. He moved his hands back to her waist, where both of them liked his hands to be. Another noise made its way out of his general facial area, but this was a different sound than before. Honestly, it sounded almost birdlike, but there was no denial behind the intent of the sound. It just brought this very…..light weighted but undeniable urge to the kiss, for whatever reason, and Denny wasn’t really sure as to where the whole thing would go because of that noise. He figured he’d just go with the flow and if Annie didn’t want to go farther then he wouldn’t go farther. It was simple, really; beyond all of the external conflicts between the two and the internal conflicts between them, they were actually quite simple. They fit each other and balanced one another out – Annie provided spontaneity and a sense of never knowing what was just around the river bend (yes, Denny mentally went there), and Denny himself provided grounding and calm/cool/collectiveness. Simple, whole, and together.


1228 -- OUTFIT. -- i made but lyrics go to my chem duh. -- yeah a little shorter than some of my posts but dude this was awwwwkkkkward for me to write. have your giggles SEREN AND ALICE. >:D

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you are the shore than
I AM THE WAVES, BEGGING FOR A BIG MOONS.

Better, so, so much better. It was like that fucking jacket had been containing all her heat because she was on fire in that moment. And the way that he had taken it off just made everything a bit better. She didn’t know what flamed her so badly, but something did, so much. Every time he touched her it was like adding a log to this inferno that was just her body. It was like nothing could happen fast enough, no matter how fast it was already doing. She couldn’t get enough of his lips, and kept her face so close to his just to see how much more she could handle. They’d never been so intense, and she knew exactly where it was going by now, but she was okay with that. She wasn’t about to mysteriously push him off her and sulk in a corner. She just wanted more, and more, and more. All that she could get her hands on and then everything she couldn’t. She ran her hands across his chest as soon as they were free from the jacket. His skin felt just as hot as hers, and she felt all his moving in his chest, his blood, his breath, life, right there under her fingers. She tuned out the static to see if she could hear his heartbeat, but she didn’t have a chance because she was still too distracted by his mouth.

His kisses, his hands, it was all absolutely wonderful. Lovely, wonderful… there really weren’t many words that she could think of right now, not that she could think at all when she and him were so close to just being scandalously clad. But she didn’t even notice it because all she could focus on where his lips and his hands. She couldn’t not just focus on them, because they were so evident on everything. The places he was touching her were lighting her on fire, just burning a hole through her skin. His touch burned a hole right through all of her, because it was becoming plainly obvious that he was the fire that was fueling her, even if that didn’t make sense. She closed her eyes because she felt like they were useless at that point, because it wasn’t about seeing at this point. Sight was useless when it was just about feeling. And feeling, and feeling. She gasped at all these feeling, because there wasn’t really any other reaction to work off of. And she was right; this was so much different than she had expected. And she felt like she’d used so much energy right then, all that hyperness and playfulness melted away, and soon it was just exhaustion. And peace. And Denny’s chest was really warm, and the whole wave of it all just coaxed her to sleep.


And in the morning Annie did not want to wake up. She just wanted to stay inside her mind, and stay in the one place she was in, because that was enough for her. Plus, she was still in awe of what had happened the night before. What had happened to waiting? Wasn’t there supposed to be a lot of waiting for something like that? That is what it had seemed they both agreed on. But last night had so many ups and downs and twists and turns that Annie just couldn’t keep them all straight, except for laughing at all of Denny’s noises, and the fire that his hands had kindred on her hips and coaxed the flames to lick up her sides. She squeezed her eyes shut thinking about it, because it started the whole chorus of all those feelings again, and all that wanting, and it was just easier to shut it out right now. She didn’t want to stir, didn’t want to move at all. She felt like she was totally stuck at the cross roads right now, stuck between sleeping and waking, and a want to do neither. What was the third option.

She was still scared though. What happened now? Did love change? Did anything change? What if all that they had was broken in that moment? She had no experience with love and sex together. She had no experience with love at all. And what she had with sex she didn’t really know if you could count, because she was always too drunk to remember, not that any of it had been worth remembering, especially when money was involved. Shit. What if Denny had thought about that? What if he was thinking about it right now, that’d he’d basically been one in a long line of many to use a fucking coin slot. Then her shoulders got all hot with a blush from that. Ashamed from what she had been. She couldn’t escape the feeling because it was too evident in her design and there was nothing she could do to get away from it but remorse.

But she closed her eyes and tried to just swallow up the feeling. All the feelings of worthlessness and treachery were ruining a moment that was supposed to be very happy for them. She didn’t want to think about all of that, all the bad stuff. To adopt that train of thought would infect her, and spread through her pains like poison and just kill the good feeling that she was aiming for all together. She just wanted to focus on the good, like all the good feelings that she’d had, and how much that she really loved Denver. Because she loved him, good god she loved him like no love that she had ever felt, like no emotion that she had ever come across. That was what she focused on. She just focused on the immensity that they had, the enormous elephant in the room that was their entire relationship. Love was an intense emotion, and she hoped that it would keep her grounded enough to deal with whatever was going to come their way. She just had sex with her boyfriend. That wasn’t bad; people did that every day. Sometimes several times a day. She wasn’t in the wrong. It was just that she and Denny were so far from normal, she didn’t know what to expect from them being together. They seemed to defy all odds. She sighed, eyes still closed. She didn’t know if he was awake or not, but she felt like saying this would just clear her mind. ”I love you, Denver. And that’s what counts.”



1,088 - outfit - lyrics to fob, sob. - shortish, but it's whatever.

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

can i be the only hope for you?
BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME.

So you see, Denver had never in his entire life had a better night. Everything hadn’t gone exactly the way he’d planned, but actually it’d gone better. Always the more prepared of the two, he had what they needed to avoid certain situations (even though, and he wouldn’t ever say it out loud due to a pride issue, it had technically been his first time), so they were safe on that end. He’d made sure to just be careful, but not too careful because wasn’t that what you did with someone you loved? In any case, he’d never had a night like that before, never in his life had a night that he would never regret or take back as he felt about the night before. Sure, the day had started out awkwardly and just…..well, they’d been two trapped animals inside, but as soon as they left everything had been up and down until the final up that Denny didn’t think he’d ever come down from. He was so insanely happy as he fell asleep that he didn’t even think twice about what would happen in the morning.

In fact, his euphoria level was so high it affected his dreams. For the first time in a long time he dreamt of being a Vulture, but there were no fires of sky pieces falling. There was no chicken little syndrome, just the sky and the forest beneath him. Everything was clear and the sun was bright. The air was dry where he was, but he could feel the moisture beneath his talons, as if there was a lake scattered across the sky just beneath him. When he looked down, he saw a running creature just below him, looking up right at him as it clearly avoided the trees and stumps in front of it. It was like the creature knew its way around the forestry perfectly, and with the sun so bright there was no questioning why. He could see every pathway into the forest perfectly; almost as if he was flying a lot lower than he really was. He began to fly lower to the ground, and he could make out more of the creature. The fur was the color of Annie’s hair, which instantly clicked the On Switch in Denny’s mind. Of course it was Annie; who else would know the forest the way she did?

He flew even lower and Annie in all of her kalak glory zoomed past him, though he stayed at a constant speed behind her. She stopped in small clearing, and Denny followed her. As most things in dreams didn’t make sense, when Annie shifted back into her human form she was fully clothed. Denny too, once his wings had retracted into his back and his talon nails did the same only into the tips of his toes. It all sounded gruesome, but really it was just nature to Denny. He smiled at Annie and she moved closer to him, but before much else could happen everything disappeared. It was just one of those dream states where the dream would start, then cut off halfway through it. However, it was a wavering state, and so eventually the dream started up again from where it had left off. It started up just as Denny was waking up though, so his vision of the dream was blurry and static-y like he was watching it through an old television instead of through is mind’s eye.

He did, however, manage to both see and hear Annie. Just as she was saying something outside of his mind, his mind’s Annie was saying it, too. “I love you, Denver. And that’s what counts.” With that, his dream cut off and he was officially between awake and asleep. Slowly, surely, his mind considered that it was morning, that he was worn out, and that certain parts of his body felt overused but not exactly in a bad way. Actually, it was the kind of overuse that you felt after a hardy, great workout at the gym. You know, you’d get home and take a nice nap, you’d wake up and your body would be stiff but not achy so you could still get up and know that you did your body good. Yes, it was that kind of feeling, and Denny couldn’t help but smile because of it. Those feelings brought back everything from last night, and without opening his eyes he reached for Annie’s body.

He wanted her close to him. He’d heard what she’d said, and he wanted to make sure the first thing he saw was her face when he opened her eyes and assured her he loved her even more than he ever had. He really did, because now he shared something with her that he could never describe in words. It made him so extremely happy to know there was so much more between them than there had been just the day before, but then again that could have been all in his mind. Still, he held her as close as he could and finally opened his eyes, smiling down at he girl that held his heart in a birdcage. Ha, irony. Anyway, he smiled, kissed her to make sure she was really there (like this wasn’t some dream to torture him), detached his lips and said, “It is all that counts, except that I absolutely love you, Annie.” He kind of meant by ‘except’ that him loving her counted too, but he didn’t think she wouldn’t get it. Annie was smarter than she thought – no one really knew that better than Denny. That was so irrelevant though.

All of his attention, every grain of his entire being, was focused on Annie. What else was there to focus on at that moment? Practically nothing. Of course there was the clothing on the floor, whatever was hanging in the air, the window that was still slightly open – all of it was just insignificant to how extremely ecstatic he was to just have Annie there. It really didn’t even matter what had gone down the night before, though he wouldn’t deny that it had brought his hopes up to a whole new level. The fact that she was there, with him, telling him that she loved him was all just so much for him and it meant more than anything else on this planet. He brought his lips back to hers because he just loved kissing her and kept her close, as if she might just disappear and walk away if he didn’t. Denny never ever knew with Annie, never knew when she’d changer her mind and up and leave. But for now, she was still there with him, and that was all he could ask for.

When he pulled away, he just laid there and looked at her. “You’re okay, right?” He didn’t mean physically. He meant that he wanted to now what was going on in her head, to see if he could fix anything that was wrong. He was trying to be a tool in the literal sense, not the sense that he was just a straight up asshole; he wanted to be able to adjust her screws and keep every part of her in place as if that would fix everything that she felt was wrong with her. He pushed some of her hair out of her face so he could see her lovely eyes better, enjoying everything that he found there. “You feel alright?” Again, he wasn’t talking physically. He didn’t mind if she answered with reference to a physicality of hers, but he was really talking about her mentality. The previous night had gone farther than he’d thought they’d go for a long while; he’d embraced that fact and was okay with it because Annie was worth the wait to him, but he didn’t regret it. He was actually proud of himself; he made it through the whole night feeding off of Annie’s touch and sounds to keep himself from loosing that control, keeping a strong difference between Denny and the animal.

The battle between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde was over. Dr. Jekyll, as crazy and insane was he was, had won. Mr. Hyde had gone back into hiding, and would hopefully stay there for a long, long while. Denny didn’t want to come that close to just being raw roughness every time him and Annie got intimate that way; he wanted to always be in control of himself so he would know that what he was putting into the relationship was purely Denny and not some monstrous freak accident. He wanted to be in control not only for himself though, but also for Annie. He didn’t want her to see the out of control part of him – not now and not ever – especially not while she was so vulnerable and practically giving entire self over to him the way he did all of the time. Along with the supposed time to have waited, Denny had agreed with himself over what to do and how far to go with Annie; an animalistic, unimaginable part of him would have just ruined it all.

Please, he silently prayed, please tell me you’re okay. Tell me that you’re amazing, that there’s nothing wrong. I can’t stand to see you hurting.



1556 -- OUTFIT. -- i made but lyrics go to my chem duh. -- omfg. so this is great. denny is all vulnerable~ at the end. :D

[[color=#ffffff]cora[/color].]

if you are the shore than
I AM THE WAVES, BEGGING FOR A BIG MOONS.

She loved to hear and feel her name on his lips, especially paired with the word love. It made her feel better about herself, and it seemed that was what Annie was all about these days; boosting her self esteem to levels high enough to keep her going. It seemed she was always looking for things to push her further along, but Denny was always the biggest. He kept her going, now. Even throughout this night she was learning to trust him more. And right now she had, too. She had taken something close to her and wrapped it up safely like a damaged bird in her cupped hands and offered it to him humbly; the last thing standing in the way of her fear to be touched. She gave it to him. Right at that time she gave him the last piece, all of her trust, all of her defenses. So when she thought about that, she really wasn’t okay.

And he kissed her again, but there wasn’t any tearing desire and want, no push to be more. There wasn’t any fire burning between them and there wasn’t any sexual drive that was creating some sensual tension in the air. It wasn’t anything but the sweetest motion from her knight in charming armor, even if he thought he was so far from it. Her whole life she had been taught about princesses, lazy bitches who just waited for love to find them. She wanted to meet Denny half way; he didn’t have to do all this work, she could help and show him that she loved him just as much. So she returned the kiss just as sugary as his. It was sweet in that moment; the climax of it was just unbearably sweet. She almost didn’t want to tear herself away, but it wasn’t the kind of kiss that would last forever, and she knew it right when it was pulled away from her.

You’re okay, right? She wanted to avoid the question for as long as possible, because the only answer she could think of at that moment was I’m fine but that word, fine, was the biggest mistake. It was a gun, it was a poison. It would betray her, but not enough for someone to even catch her in the lie. It was the kind of thing that was so obvious, but still concealed. So you admitted you were wrong, but you stayed in your pain. Who even came up with that word, fine? Annie didn’t want to use it, anyway, but she couldn’t think of another way out of the situation. She was still trying to figure out a neutral way out of this when he pushed her hair away from her face. She felt her lips trembled because she felt her resolve to avoid the question all together. In that one small motion he made, she felt all his affection for her, all his concern. Denny’s hand was soft and sweet when he pressed his hand against her forehead and it broke all her resolve to avoid the question and play it off like nothing had happened. You’re okay, right?

She finally looked up at him for the first time that morning, because she had been avoiding eye contact this whole time because of everything she had been thinking. And his face was open. He was waiting for an answer, and he was trusting her to give him the right one. But at the same time he wanted to hear that she was great, that nothing was wrong. But he deserved more than some sugar coated lie. She knew it deep in the pit of her stomach that he could handle her, that he wanted to handle her. So why censor herself from him?

”I’m worried,” she said somberly. She hated to have to admit it, hated that she worried at all. ”I was worried. Because if you’re doing great right now, then so am I.” She smiled at him kindly, like someone would smile adoringly at their amazing boyfriends. Because Denny was so amazing beyond belief, she couldn’t even think why she had been worried in the first place. The joy and worry that mixed in his eyes told her that everything was alright. And why shouldn’t it be; he’d just triumphed and coaxed the most feral girl in town into his bed, convinced her to sleep with him when she wasn’t even comfortable walking into a house. ”I was worried… about you. But it’s fi- amazing. It’s amazing right now, because we are both amazing.” She smiled, because he was amazing – in bed and out.


776 - outfit - lyrics to fob, sob. - faq it's late rn.

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

can i be the only hope for you?
BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME.

Her first answer set him on nails. Did that even make sense? Denny felt it in his stomach; that gross pain like someone had stuck a pencil right under his skin again and was poking with the sharpened tip, trying to penetrate right through the layers of muscle to break out into the open world. He didn’t really move or anything, but he was sure the look on his face gave him away. He was worried because she’d said she was worried; when Annie worried, something was wrong, and when something was wrong, Denny would fix it. That was what the whole tool analogy had been about – he wanted to be there to fix things if they weren’t right (not necessarily perfect though) and he could really only do that if he knew what the problem was. Honestly though, he didn’t think Annie was going to tell him just what the issue was. Whatever was worrying her was going to stay in her head, and there was no real use in asking what was wrong. It would only irritate her, trying to dig through things that she’d rather not have him hear.

Honestly, if it was really bothering Annie he should have wanted to hear it, but he didn’t think he did. He felt like just her worrying was putting him on edge as it was – reasoning for such worry would probably just destroy the magic of the morning. He didn’t want that; he wanted to preserve the feelings and the thoughts of happiness and complete bliss, wanted to keep them in his memory for eternity – however long that would last. So her next statement was reassuring. It told him that whatever she’d been worried over was dependent on him and him alone, but since he was more than great, so was she. Maybe she thought he’d love her less because of something last night, but he really just wanted to go out onto the main street and scream how much he loved her more than he had yesterday, twice as much as the day before, three times as much as the day before that. It was impossible to imagine anyone that was more in love with their girlfriend, but also quite impossible to find a girl quite like Annie. Therefore, Denny counted himself lucky in two days, not just one.

His face and muscles relaxed after her words were issued. At least he could bask in the happiness a while longer – he didn’t have to rush to get up because he had no prior engagements for the day, which just gave him time to lay in bed and tell Annie again and again how much she meant to him. Even without last night, she meant more than the world to him, and one way or another he’d always let her know that. He’d be like that Noah guy from that one cheesy chick flick, The Notebook or whatever it was called, and constantly try to remind Annie of why and how he adored her so much. Even if it was hard to describe, as most things about Denny and Annie were, he would try. Though he could put up a tough front and act like the criminal people might still think he is, he was really just this big ball of God only knows what, waiting to be cracked open so he could share what little he had with someone. Annie was the only person that had come along willing enough to just pry open the ball and let everything out, whether she really intended to or not. She was the only one that he felt really cared, even if he’d kind of coaxed her into it only six or seven days before.

He put his face closer to hers, trying to read what she was thinking about. But he wasn’t a Mind Reader, and he couldn’t just look into her head and figure her out. That would be too easy, and Denny had come into this relationship knowing nothing would be easy. Nothing except how they fit together in some strange, not exactly symmetrical way. Even that made sense to him, regardless of its lack of meaning. He wanted to know why she’d worried about him. First he hadn’t wanted to know, and now he did, and he’d made up his mind to at least try and figure out what was going on inside of her mind. “Why were you worrying about me?” he asked in a honestly curious tone, trying not to pry too fast or to hard into the mind he’d only had a glimpse into every now and again. “I’m here, and I’m pretty sure there is no man, boy, or being that happens to be as amazingly ecstatic as I am.” He smiled to show her he wasn’t lying or exaggerating. “I’m here like I promised I would be.” He thought for a second that maybe that’s what she’d been worrying about – that after giving herself to him he’d changed his mind.

If that was true, she’d forgotten that he’d also given himself to her, and that wasn’t something he could just take back even if he wanted too (he didn’t).

With her overuse of the word Amazing, Denny couldn’t contain a few chuckles. It was like that odd noise last night – it’d been brutally sensual but they’d still found some way to laugh at it. Now, Amazing had almost the same effect, except it wasn’t sensual but rather just…used too many times in so few sentences. So yes, that was funny to Denver. “Glad you thought it was amazing.” He wanted to agree, but he didn’t want to see cocky. Even though at this hour, whatever hour it was, cockiness would have just seemed as funny as Amazing was. He had no doubt in that. “I’d say best I’d ever had but I don’t really have much to compare it to. So….still in a way, it was essentially the best I’ve ever had.” There he goes again, blabbing his mouth off without really thinking about what he was saying. This was one of those times where Annie could just silence him with a look and a finger on his lips, but until that happened he’d probably just keep going. “We are amazing, aren’t we?” He didn’t really mean amazing at sex; Denny just meant amazing together because as far as he was concerned, him and Annie were the most amazing couple ever.

Ha, foolish boy. Then again, they were kind of amazing. There was no one like Annie, and not really too many other people like Denny – so in a sense amazing was sort of an understatement. Still, Denny was just referring to him and Annie being together. Or maybe he was just being cheesy again. Which ever, he didn’t care. It was too early too care and he was in too good of a mood to care. To make things even more amazing, Denny just kissed Annie again because he felt like he was randomly speaking without much sensible meaning. The kiss wasn’t heated and on fire – it didn’t really even spark the wood – but there was something there, something that Denny couldn’t speak of because there were no words that were worthy of it. Not even ‘Love’ could describe the feeling behind the kiss, but in any case it just made Denny feel like he really was amazimg.



1237 -- OUTFIT. -- i made but lyrics go to my chem duh. -- so late/early. god denny get off of this cheesy turn please. XD OH AND DON'T FORGET TO FIND THE VERSA REFERENCE!

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you are the shore than
I AM THE WAVES, BEGGING FOR A BIG MOONS.

”Mm,” she said. ”It doesn’t matter anymore. Because you’re happy, so there’s nothing to worry about at all.” Because that’s what she had been worrying about to begin with; his happiness. Worried about what he was thinking about. And if he was claiming to be happy, then there was absolutely nothing to be worried about at all. If he was so ecstatic, then she didn’t have to worry. The ideas that had been eating her away when she woke up could be calmed a little. Because that’s what she had been worrying about to begin with, was all about how he felt in that moment, worried about now and worried about last night. She had gone from a complete breakdown to something she didn;t even know how to explain. She worried about what he thought about all of it. Because Annie could go on for days about her feelings, but she was so quiet and unsure when it came to thinking about Denny’s. She wondered if he even knew what she had been worrying about, if it had been relevant. But she hadn’t been nearly as physical as a kiss with anyone besides Denny in almost a year. So it was all in the past... wasn’t it?

I’m here like I promised I would be. He had. He had promised that he would always be there, and he was still here. Hopefully it would stay like that forever, but Annie didn’t know if she completely believed it or not... yet, anyway. Everything that happened the night before she could have convinced her all the way. It should have shown her that they had the sorts of bonds that no one could get between, that now they shared so much. But Annie didn’t know. Maybe Denny thought sex was like that, or everything else that had happened, but Annie hoped that it wasn’t like that. Because otherwise she had scattered little pieces of herself all over the world, to people she would never think twice about. She felt sick to her stomach again, and she wasn’t sure if it showed in her face but she hoped that it didn’t. She wished she had known what was in store for her so she could have saved them both all this worry and anxiousness about her past and her bad habits. If she had known that they would be worth nothing because love would, in fact, find her than she wouldn’t have let those things bloom up. If she had known all these habits would have been so hard to break and that she would be worrying so much over a past that she couldn’t change, she would have lived a different way from the beginning.

But she couldn’t change the way she was. And she knew that she wouldn’t want to; because then she would be so much different from how she was, and maybe Denny wouldn’t have loved her at all.

So she tried to stop worrying about it all together, and just listened and watched his expressions, because she could do that all day. And so right now she would forget all her worries and just focus on him. Glad you thought it was amazing. She laughed a little, because she thought it was true. It was like how their kisses were great, times a number too big for her mind to handle. But then he went back to making her think about worry, make her think about everything that she had been thinking about and avoiding; albeit, not avoiding successfully. She frowned, but tried to keep it lighthearted. ”I think it was the best, and I have a lot to compare it to.” Okay. So she had kind of, indirectly addressed the issue. But maybe it was subtle enough not to notice. She didn’t want to make everything get all sad because she had been a whore before she met Denver. Because, like she had tried to convince herself earlier, it was all in the fucking past. And dammit, she would make it stay there.

We are amazing, aren’t we? She smiled and closed her eyes, a nice little laugh coming out. Because it was just so true. In that moment it was so true and she couldn’t deny that they were amazing. She didn’t know how to answer though, so she just kissed him back, and this kiss was more than the last one, but still less than anything last night. So when that one monumental kiss was over, they were still so close that Annie couldn’t help but kiss him again, and she brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck simply because she could. Annie was all about taking advantage of a situation.


idgaf how long it is it sucks either way. - outfit - lyrics to fob, sob. - wow ashamed of this post.

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

can i be the only hope for you?
BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME.

Maybe he really didn’t have anything to worry about. Well, really Denny didn’t other than Annie – everything else within him was on a level of happiness that he didn’t even think he’d be able to reach. But there he was, with the one gir- woman that had ever made him feel this way, and so there really wasn’t much to kill this mood other than worrying about Annie. It was actually quite funny that they were worrying so much about what the other thought, when they were both just trying to be happy for the other around the worry. So really, with Annie’s reassurance that there wasn’t anything to worry about, Denny didn’t really think he had to keep his mind on edge. He really just felt like anything was possible in that good, cheesy way like that poor shmuck in (500) Days Of Summer. Her concern for his happiness just made everything better, if that made any sense at all.

Denny wondered if this would be a repetitive cycle. Most things were for them, in different ways of course. But still, they’d be up then down then up then in between then back down and then up, up, and away again. It was just how they worked, and regardless of how he felt now he knew he was ready to take on that challenge. He’d been ready since the day he’d met Annie, which felt like such a long time ago instead of the actual amount of time that it had been. Still, he wondered if worrying about the other, making sure each was just as happy as they could be would be just as redundant as their usual cycle. Well, Denny knew he’d always be trying to keep Annie happy. He was just one person, but so was Annie. He wasn’t concerned about his own happiness half as much as he was about Annie’s, even if he sort of knew his happiness was the key to hers. Within itself, this whole deal was a cycle, but to Denny he just couldn’t see past him wanting Annie to be happy through her wanting him to be happy. It was all almost too much for him to register in his train station, so it took more time than he’d wanted and way too much energy and focus on his part.

Finally when it was done being put through his mind and read by neurons or whatever was in his brain, Denny sighed. He felt physically free in a sense because of that whole deal being over with; now he just had Annie to focus on, and now that they’d made it clear that they were both happy because they were both happy there was nothing else he wanted to think about. “Good,” he said, glad to finally have her all to himself, even if it wasn’t so ‘finally’ exactly. Whatever, Denny’s thoughts were already confusing enough as it was without concocting sentences that were completely nonsensical. Clearing his mind of all verbal thoughts, he just kissed Annie again and again. It was more than ‘just because he could’ for him – kissing her now was just to let her know that his feelings for her hadn’t changed over night. Anything and everything he’d felt before last night still held true, probably just on a different, higher level that to Denny had only been attainable to those who deserved it. Denny never thought himself deserving of much, but as he spent more and more time with Annie he saw that he really was a good guy, that he deserved more than he was giving himself credit for.

That was a slower process than trying to get Annie to see that Denny meant every word he said though. She might have been stubborn and unpredictable, but Denny was convinced he wasn’t as pure as Annie thought he was. He’d been to jail, after all, and that was the main thing that screwed up his self confidence and self trust. He trusted himself with Annie, but he didn’t trust himself to get out of control and be normal. Then again, those were two very contrasting characteristics of a person and Denny was neither normal nor out of control. (Wow, that was superbly redundant.) He had to be the stable one in this relationship, and he made it sound like more of a burden then it really was. Denny liked being the stability between him and Annie, he liked to be there for her to lean on when she needed him. That was what being in love with her entailed, and while some guys would have just walked away and found an easier girl, Denny was a ‘take the challenge head on’ kind of guy. That was what he intended to do as long as Annie still wanted him.

”I think it was the best, and I have a lot to compare it to.” So that’s what she was worried about. The whole statement gave it away to Denny because after all, he’d known her better than any other person ever had. At least he’d talked himself into believing that even if it wasn’t the truth. Still, her topic of worry was so far off from his that Denny had completely overlooked that little escapade that had sparked her coming clean completely to him just earlier this week. He’d told her he didn’t care that she’d sold herself, and in retrospect he really didn’t. So she wasn’t a virgin – so what? Denny hadn’t been sizing her up for it in any case. He hadn’t judged her for being a ‘whore’ or whatever (‘cheap bitch’ was what Seth had called her, he thought); she was his best friend and he loved her, for better or worse. Just because she wasn’t known for making the best decisions in her life didn’t mean Denny had room to speak, and it didn’t mean he was about to jump ship and become a hypocrite by judging her for whatever she’d done before she’d met him.

It would have hurt him more if she’d done it while knowing him, anyway.

But now she was different (at least in that sense), and to be honest the thought of her past hadn’t even come through his mind until she’d brought it up. He wanted to tell her he could just pretend for her that he was the first, since he sort of knew he was the first that mattered, but he wasn’t too sure that it would make a difference. No matter what he thought about, Annie’s mind would race; even if he could never tell what she was thinking about, he knew she would never stick on one thought for too long. Honestly, Denny didn’t care. He didn’t want to read into Annie’s mind, but not because he was scared of what he’d find there. He wanted her to keep her thoughts to herself – if she wanted to tell him what was going on inside of her, she would tell him herself. He had faith in her, even if sometimes that faith needed some prying to become valid faith. The point was that he had faith, that he believed in Annie. When she pulled through on that faith (she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately), he was happy, as he was on this bright morning.

Erasing all thoughts, verbal or nonsensical alike, was Annie’s lips back on his. Amazing, however many times used, really actually didn’t apply to them at all. There was no word that would, at least if you asked Denny. Their kisses just put him in his mood that he never wanted to be out of. It was like their pasts before they met were just completely erased or something, like none of it mattered at all. When they kissed, all that mattered was each other. Though he’d never felt love before Annie, he knew to his very core that this was what it was. It didn’t matter what they became when they shifted or if those shifted animals fit together; it didn’t matter what had happened prior to them coming together; it didn’t matter what would happen in five minutes or five hours or five days. In those moments that their lips were attached like peanut butter brought jelly and bread together (wow, overused example much?), the only thing that even so much as existed was their love.



1403 -- OUTFIT. -- i made but lyrics go to my chem duh. -- okay love it. AND YOURS WAS GREAT BBY. jsyk. :D

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you are the shore than
I AM THE WAVES, BEGGING FOR A BIG MOONS.

Annie would never get tired of kissing Denver. She could do it for days, hours, weeks, forever, eternity. It wasn’t like she was going to get used to the feeling of these nice little make out sessions (she liked how they were growing in frequency, too). Sure, the effect of a peck would dull over time, but just kissing, and kissing, and kissing? Nope, she didn’t think the chaos that erupted in her mind ever time their lips met would ever subside. He drove her made when serious kissing happened, it absolutely put her mind on ice but then lit it on fire at the same time, like a numbness in her head that really did drive her insane sometime; it took a lot of emotional, deep kissing for him to set her off (which had happened last night). She was alright with that though, because she didn’t think she wanted it to ever stop. If their kisses were to suddenly – or even gradually – lose their sacredness, lose their meaning… it would kill her a little. To think that one day this would all be a mediocre relationship, just another on a long list, made her unbelievably sad, almost as sad as not having this relationship at all. She and Denny were both a little mixed up, and words were always lost between them. Fumbled hands might help them get the point across, but they were always tongue tied and always lost in a cloud of disbelief. It seemed that the only way they could efficiently get their point across, as far as emotions went, were kisses. Kisses that said shut up, I’m trying to tell you something wonderful, kisses that comforted, kisses that coaxed, kisses that just burned them both up and kisses that were just shared on cozy little mornings because they didn’t feel like speaking, but they still wanted to have a conversation. That’s what all this time meant to Annie, and she didn’t ever want to lose it just because she got used to him.

He would become her normal, but he would never be normal. They would never be normal.

Annie couldn’t help herself at that point because she always wanted more. She was only satisfied momentarily whenever she and Denny started kissing, it was only a little while before what she had was too little, and she needed more… and then that was too little, and so on and so forth. Somewhere in that long string of kisses, something in her clicked like it did ever other time, and she took a bit more charging, shoving more emotion into her lips, like pouring gasoline on a pile of wood. It was a dangerous combination of Annie’s volatile nature and their combustible chemistry. But at this point she wasn’t sure whether to light it or not. She could, but she felt like that would just put them into this endless cycle that she felt like she needed to avoid. So she just went her way, getting things dangerously hot and moving her body closer to Denny, and a little bit on top of him. Why? Well, she did it for the same reason she did everything else: because she could… because she wanted to. At the end of the day, Annie did what made her happy. Sometimes it made her look selfish, and sometimes she forgot to take other people’s emotions into consideration. But it was what made her happy, so it was worth the pain. Besides, what was standing in their way anymore? Not his fear, not her indecision. There was all this space where there used to be roadblocks, left open for Annie to cavort around in. It was just them relaxing, having a nice morning. Worry was the last thing on her mind, because how could she worry when his lips traced almost every thought away from her mind? Every time she stopped kissing him she was surprised by the immensity in which his kisses affected her when she began kissing him again. It was a surprise every time, and it was like she thought she could get used to it, but like she had mused earlier, she didn’t want to get used to it. She wanted his lips to light her on fire every single time. And that’s what was still happening.

She smiled against his lips because she was on top of the world in this moment. She was so far up that she didn’t see the ground, didn’t even think about falling (besides, he wouldn’t let her anyway; she found comfort in the fact that Denny was always there to catch her). For him, maybe the happiest part had been last night, she could see it in his face when he talked about it. But for her it was right now and he could probably feel it in her lips, in the devilish smile that shaped them. They were out of the woods, and she unmistakably loved him; and he undeniably loved her in return. And now she was just kissing him, getting close to breaking into the chain of events that had led them to this situation in the first place. But that would not happen this time because she would not let it. In her lips there was a bitter line drawn that screamed do not cross. This was hot, this was close, but it was not it. Because Annie didn’t want it to be. She wasn’t going to have their entire relationship build on sex, because their relationship was still building. And what had happened earlier had set the foundation, and today she was pouring the concrete. She had to be careful on which moves she made because she didn’t want to end up with sex again, but she just loved being physical, in that moment anyway. Annie didn’t know why, and so she figured Denny was confused by that. But she didn’t care.

Because she knew what she wanted, and it was him. But not all of him, not right now.


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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

can i be the only hope for you?
BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME.

Denny didn’t know what to say. For once, that was a-okay though. This situation, this kissing just didn’t need narration or an explanation. None of it needed words, and in knowing that Denny just kept his lips to Annie’s. Once again with the cycle; however with their faces connected Denny didn’t even give the cycle a first glance. It didn’t deserve one the way Annie did, the way their kiss did. Plus, he’d rather be thinking about kissing then about how predictable they were getting to be in such an unpredictable way. It was kind of a creepy underestimate to say that he’d dreamed of this happening only two weeks ago, but now it was and so literally Denny’s dreams had come true. He didn’t say or make any sudden hint to that because honestly having dreams about your best friend in this manner was quite….unsanitary for the mind in a way. Still, all things aside, just the fact that he had Annie right where he wanted, that he’d grown a set and told her everything he’d only thought about a month ago made him so extremely happy, just like pretty much everything else had this morning.

Then again, he probably just tasted like overnight sweet potato pie and morning breath. He didn’t really waste too much of his attention on that thought, but it was there. They’d just had Thanksgiving dinner the night before, and after that nothing, but he hadn’t even gotten the chance to brush his teeth. He could be minty fresh, but instead was probably fresh with the taste of those gross germs that accumulate overnight. Eh, whatever; it wasn’t like Annie was complaining about it. Actually, it didn’t really matter at all what they tasted like apparently. The fact that they were kissing after last night was just enough for the both of them to look past what they taste like. So Denny kept Annie close, holding her in that comfortable spot around her waist. The difference between today and yesterday pertaining to the comfortable place was that yesterday they’d both been dressed, and now……..well it was obvious how unclothed they were. And as long as Annie wasn’t saying anything about being naked, then Denny wouldn’t say anything about being naked.

Actually, he’d kind of gone over how perfect he found her to be physically in his head last night, right before he fell asleep. Every part of her, to him, was perfect. Her arms, her stomach, her legs (which had kind of started it all for him), her face, her hair (even with the patch of buzz on the one side), her back…..all of it was just perfect to him. He’d never seen a woman so beautiful physically, never seen a woman so mixed up and crazy mentally, never wanted either so much in his life. It didn’t matter how he wanted her – the fact that he wanted her and the fact that he managed to somehow capture her and fall in love with her while she fell in love with him too was almost too much for him to process even though they’d said the same words for a week. It all still correlated to her being perfect to him, regardless of what she or anyone else thought. Because he found her so flawless physically, he found no reason for her to want to throw up what she ate – but she hadn’t as far as he could tell from last night’s dinner. Maybe she just didn’t feel the need to or whatever, but as quickly as the bulimic trait had crossed his mind, it was gone.

Denny was not going to allow himself to talk or think about it this morning, and probably not through the entire day either. He didn’t want to dwell on things like that, or on the worry factors either, when he was just so completely happy. There really was no other word to describe his feelings, which further pushed the point that the kisses would speak for themselves. His happiness, his entire bounty of emotions were poured into kissing Annie, making his end just as heated and passionate as hers. This definitely wasn’t exactly the same passion or heat as the night before, but in a way that was good. He didn’t really want to get into sex again. It was too early, and he was still just euphoric from the first time that a second round would have just put him to sleep again. He wanted to just lay there and make out all morning instead, because that took a lot less energy with just as much emotion. It was just easier to make a point quicker with a kiss.

With all thoughts aside, Denny felt everything. He felt what Annie wanted him to feel, and though it could have gone to the same place that looking at her legs had the night before, it didn’t. It went straight to his heart, as fairy-tale-like as that sounded. It swelled in there, made his heart just continue to grow because he was just overly happy. It’s impossible to be so ecstatic. That one thought put him in a good place; a place where he could still be happy but he was leveled. It kept him grounded, the way he seemed to keep Annie. Well, putting it that way made Denny sound like he was controlling Annie, when he was trying to do the opposite actually. He wanted her to be herself, just so he could prove to the both of them that he was so determined to stay where he was that he would stick around no matter what. His promise set that off; his determination to keep being loyal to that promise was what was going to build his self assurance back up. So while he kept Annie grounded, she taught him things she never even knew she was teaching him.

One day, he’d have to tell her about that.

For now, he was just going to enjoy what Annie was pursuing. Metaphorically he sat back and watched the show; in reality he was laying down and just loving having Annie in his arms, kissing him like her life depended on it. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an understatement; this kissing was more fun than life-saving, but in any case Denny was going to let himself think what he wanted to think. This was right, whether it was fun or keeping them together at the seams. It was right, it was emotional, and it was keeping Denny in this mindset that he never wanted to slip out of again. It was amazing that one person could make him feel this way, but then again it was amazing in itself that he’d even met and managed to fall for this one person – Annie. Again with the word Amazing. Denny didn’t even care, because it truly was amazing, and there wasn’t really a better word to put to the feeling.



1163 -- OUTFIT. -- i made but lyrics go to my chem duh. -- god this is a bit short for me and really mindless. hope you like it though <3

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

if you are the shore than
I AM THE WAVES, BEGGING FOR A BIG MOONS.

Annie thought she was good with this, and for a good amount of time she was. This kissing was just as brilliant as she had been thinking before, and it was just the best way to spend the morning. She was the one pushing things, too. Denny was gladly letting her move the atmosphere to wherever she wanted, and she kind of liked that. But then Denny’s hands were around her waist, and they were right there against her skin. Suddenly, all this kissing and cuddling wasn’t okay anymore. She wasn’t sure why it unnerved her the way that it did, since they both knew that she liked to have his hands there. Maybe it was because last night there had been her dress, and then her sweatshirt... and after that it didn’t matter but now it was just skin. There was nothing blocking his contact, and normally that would have been a good thing. But not now. His hands were on her sides and she suddenly felt very naked in that moment. Even though they had both been lacking clothes the whole time she just didn’t really care until now. Now, however, she cared a lot and it set her nerves into a frenzy and made her stomach twist into knots. Because she also felt very vulnerable in that moment. She started to falter in her passion with the kisses, but not the sincerity though. She just stopped putting as much fire into her lips, but the emotion was there. It was just that it was a different kind of emotion now, not so much want just as being content. Being content kissing him softly and platonically, not needing as much as she had been a little while ago. It was like a plane landing, gradually losing altitude. She was losing her confidence, becoming self conscious again. Annie was just not comfortable in her skin at all. She wanted to crawl out of it and find somewhere else for her body to stay. It was the way her mind was built, and she didn’t even know if she could help that feeling anymore. It was the way she had been operating as long as she could remember, and maybe if she could find something that would tell her how to fix it, she would. She wished that she knew some way to accept herself, but she didn’t, wished there was some way to just wake up in the morning and say that she looked glamorous, or that she had finally reached the beauty she had been trying to achieve for as long as she could remember. She wished she could believe that Denny found her perfectly pretty, but how could she when she didn’t even see much beauty in herself? It was difficult to stay strong when her mind was stringing away in that fashion, so she had to pull back eventually, and she bit her lip. She didn’t want to freak him out or kill the moment, she just couldn’t stand to be the way she was right now. Plus she hadn’t had any bulimic tendencies since their pasta dinner. Her self esteem plummeted in that moment. She pulled back, but stopped and planted one short peck on his lips. It was a comfort sort of thing, to let her know that this was still alright, she was just having a minor Annie-moment. She tried very hard to keep most traces of emotion off her face, so she might just look a little confused or concentrated, or something. ”I just need to get dressed real quick.” It was honesty, because that was the only thing she needed to do. Not go to the bathroom and puke, not say Fuck you, Denver. Don’t touch me. She just needed to get something on her skin so she wouldn’t feel so out of place in it. She rolled away then, towards the edge of the bed, and leaned over to find her bra and such and the jacket. She slipped it all on quickly, pulling her arms through the sleeves of the jacket a little awkwardly because she wanted to hurry. The sooner she could get dressed, the sooner she could lay against him again, which was the ultimate goal of the morning. A good portion of her legs were still uncovered because the hem of the sweatshirt just barely covered her ass. But it wasn’t her legs she was worried about anyway, so it didn’t matter. She climbed back into the bed and crawled under the covers, making her way back to Denver and then trying to get back into the cuddling they had before, but different. She curled up against his side and wrapped one arm across his chest in a messy embrace. She leaned her head forward and kissed his cheek, and then rested her head by his neck, sort of, so the bridge of her nose was against his jaw and her forehead was resting against his cheek. ”Mmm,” she murmured against his neck. ”You should make me breakfast.” Maybe saying she wanted food would calm him down and not think about her worrying about her weight. But she couldn’t bear to ruin the moment, so either way that would work. And, who knew, maybe he liked to cook shirtless. One could always hope.



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