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Post by §ilvercell on Sept 27, 2005 21:21:23 GMT -5
please!
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Post by §ilvercell on Sept 30, 2005 22:02:34 GMT -5
MORE!
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Post by §ilvercell on Oct 1, 2005 20:51:06 GMT -5
COMEON!
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Oct 4, 2005 17:43:48 GMT -5
What happened to the rest of this story!?  |
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Post by omgiluvvscarecrow on Oct 7, 2005 2:27:33 GMT -5
yeah.. its been a long time that she didn't post anything...
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Post by Lisa Rippner on Oct 8, 2005 20:17:09 GMT -5
I'm almost done, I'll have it up by tonight! I'm really sorry for the wait!!  |
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Post by §ilvercell on Oct 8, 2005 21:37:14 GMT -5
the text under your avi,is giving me dirty,DIRTY toughts!lol
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amanda
Newly Infected
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Post by amanda on Oct 8, 2005 21:38:48 GMT -5
I really miss this story. It's so good.
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Post by this bike is a on Oct 8, 2005 22:09:43 GMT -5
I'm almost done, I'll have it up by tonight! I'm really sorry for the wait!! yayy |
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Oct 8, 2005 23:31:47 GMT -5
I'm almost done, I'll have it up by tonight! I'm really sorry for the wait!! THANK YOU!! ;D You're a sweetie!! |
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Post by Lisa Rippner on Oct 9, 2005 1:16:58 GMT -5
Thank you guys so much for your comments and for sticking with me! I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations. I know it ends sort of abruptly but it's almost midnight and I want to sleep, lol. Anyway, here it is!
Conditional: Chapter 9
Jackson led Lisa over the polished wooden deck, his lips curled barely upward as he brushed through the crowds to find an unoccupied railing. After parking the two of them at their destination, he looked over the view with a sigh. Lisa glanced up at him, but her eyes soon became rooted to the spot. With a profound surprise she caught herself thinking that he looked bright, handsome, charming, all the things he had been when selling himself to her in that fateful tex-mex bar. The sun fell softly against his piercing features, enveloping him in an alien warmth. Lisa had to fight to tear her eyes away, and rested her uneasy gaze on the cool green sea. As soon as she was no longer observing him he turned back to her.
“Beautiful view, huh, Lise?” he asked, tipping his head slowly and staring at her with an intensity that made it difficult to focus on speech. Her lips parted slightly, but she closed them to swallow down the butterflies fluttering in the pit of stomach. After a moment she nodded mutely, and turned away. A loud horn sounded from within the ship, and though Lisa winced at the noise, Jackson remained unconcerned and partially unaware.
“I can see why you chose to remain in Florida,” he continued.
“You’ve never gone site-seeing around the state, then?” she asked, not daring to turn her face to him.
“Nope,” he answered simply. “I travel extensively, but sight seeing is something I can’t usually engage in. After all, I only travel for one purpose.”
“Killing,” Lisa responded obviously.
“No,” Jackson said slowly. “Managing.”
Lisa glanced up at him this time. The breeze off the sea was tangling itself in his hair, and the light in his eyes caused him to squint slightly. “Where did you grow up?” she asked.
Surprise flickered barely and briefly across his face. “And why do you want to know that?”
“Well, you’re obviously not familiar with states bordering the sea, so…I was just wondering,” she concluded. Jackson pursed his lips together in thought before speaking.
“If you must know, I was raised in Chicago,” he relented. Lisa nodded.
“That makes sense,” she said, “Unless you’re lying.”
“You know I’ve never lied to you,” he said, and smiled before continuing. “I said I might have to steal you, and look where we are today.” Without thinking, Lisa glanced down to their hands. Jackson’s hand was no longer gripping her wrist; their fingers were entwined. Lisa tried to wedge her fingers away, but he held on tighter. “I’d prefer it if you stopped trying to leave me,” he murmured, closing in.
“I’d prefer it if you went to hell,” she countered. Lisa glanced behind, and did a sudden double take. Except for a few scattered people, the deck around them was mostly clear. In front of the two, the sea was breaking for the ship, and little by little the land became farther away.
“You’ll have to call your dad later,” Jackson said, intervening in the silence.
“What for?” she questioned.
“For his comfort,” Jackson shrugged. “Once word gets out that daddy’s little girl is missing, he just might call out every marine and coastal guard to get you back.” Lisa smiled almost fondly.
“He probably would,” she agreed.
“I would,” Jackson said, in a possessive tone that both startled and confused Lisa. “If anyone thought to steal you away, I’d let them know how that made me feel with a big, brash, slit to their throats.” Lisa shivered, allowing their hands to share the tremulous shake. Her heart was pounding in a slow, yet violent way. Had he just implied…?
“I don’t know what you mean,” Lisa protested softly.
“Don’t you?” he questioned, his half crazed, beautifully blue eyes bearing down on her.
“No,” she said, forcing herself to keep calm as she backed away, unfortunately hitting the white, cold bars of the railing.
“Well,” he breathed, his face dangerously close to hers, “maybe this will help.” In one swift, unplanned movement Jackson grabbed her chin, forcing her lips up to his. His other hand fell from hers and found the side of her face, keeping her firmly planted as he smoothed back her hair. Lisa gasped from the contact and tried to wriggle free, but Jackson used his body weight to press her inescapably against the railing. She muttered an inaudible “No,” against his rough kiss, but it only made him more persistent. Jackson deepened the kiss, daring even to trace her teeth with his tongue, although he knew that if she granted him access, said teeth would chomp mercilessly into his flesh.
Only one thought was on Lisa’s mind, and that was to get Jackson off of her. She hadn’t begun to panic until she realized with surmounting horror that she enjoyed what they were sharing—what he was doing to her. That was when she had spoken. But Jackson hadn’t stopped, and with his unrelenting passion her mind had cleared of nearly every mental stop sign, only to be replaced with a dizzy willingness to comply. She began kissing him back, and could feel the smirk rising on his lips. Yet as soon as she had given in he stopped, and tugged gently on her bottom lip before relinquishing them altogether. His hands, however, remained in her red curls until they fell to her shoulders.
Lisa turned her head from him, closing her eyes as a brief feeling of self disgust flooded through her. Jackson cupped the side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “Look, Lise,” he said, and motioned to the view beyond her. “Nothing but green sea, no matter where you turn. That means you have nowhere to run to, and unlike our little ride on the red eye, we don’t land for days. Face it, you’re mine.”
Lisa glared up at him, and with good reason slapped him across his face. “I belong to no one,” she seethed. Jackson swiveled his jaw as his eyes narrowed.
“You belong to me more than any other man,” he argued. “And you know it.”
“What about you? Insisting to sleep next to me, commenting on my shampoo, changing my last name to Rippner? And coming back for me in the first place? I think I have more of a hold on you than you do on me.” Lisa knew her words were too bold, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to confess to some of it, any of it, without really knowing why. Surprisingly, Jackson grinned.
“And does it scare you,” he said, “knowing that I want you?”
Lisa’s eyes widened, and she parted her lips to breath, “What?” in a dry mouthed whisper, but didn’t get much further. Before she could protest, Jackson’s arms were gripping the railing rods on each side of her, and his mouth was once again brushing possessively against hers.
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Post by omgiluvvscarecrow on Oct 9, 2005 2:25:20 GMT -5
Gosh!! i really like ur story and thank u for posting the new chapter again.. LOL
anyway, i like the part when lisa kissed him back...lol thats really make sense.. lol
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Post by §ilvercell on Oct 9, 2005 9:22:16 GMT -5
i'm liking this more and more.
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Post by this bike is a on Oct 9, 2005 13:08:23 GMT -5
!!!That's not the end, is it?
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Post by Lisa Rippner on Oct 9, 2005 13:17:33 GMT -5
!!!That's not the end, is it? Heck no. lol. We've got a long way to go before I say goodbye to this fic.  |
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