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Post by alyson sophia kent on Apr 20, 2010 8:16:32 GMT -5
TAYLOR SWIFT was blaring. Filling the one bed-room apartment. Just the way miss Alyson Kent liked it. Sure she wasn’t a fifteen year old girl, and should have matured past such music. I mean, she was about to get married for goodness sake! It was a good thing Finley Heaton was well aware of his fiancé’s immature tastes in music and didn’t seem to care. Because perfectly honestly, she would not have turned it off or down even if Finn was home. She’d have just flattered her lashes at him and grinned coquettishly, knowing he’d be unable to say no to her. Poor Finn. Alyson really knew how to use her womanly wiles on the poor thing. He didn’t seem to mind much though, because she always made sure he got something in return for giving into her. Like snogging.... and you know. TONIGHT, she had a few things up her sleeve in return for the corny teen country music. The first was warming in the oven. Take away from Viva’s Diner. Finn’s favourite order, plus a side of the cheesy fries they both loved to pig out on when they both felt like fatty-fat fat fats. Which was too often considering they both needed to maintain a particular weight to fit into dresses and tuxedos. If Finn’s jacket did not do up, oh there would be hell to pay. Then again, she couldn’t talk. She wasn’t exactly laying off the chocolate. Maybe they needed to go jogging together? Or have more sex.. Anything that would help them loose some weight. ALYSON had used the fact she had gotten home first to her advantage. After she had put the food in the oven on a really low setting, put some fruity wine in the fridge to chill, and turned on her music, she had slipped off her heals. Leaving them right where she had been mind you, and had intended to start going through cd’s. Picking out certain ones they should listen to to consider for wedding music. Instead the Taylor Swift had gotten to her. Before she’d even slipped off her pencil skirt she was dancing. The music was putting her in a good mood. Relaxing her. Which was what everyone had kept telling her to do wasn’t it? STRIPPING from her work clothes, the blonde donned a small pair of shorts and a tank top. She loved dressing up, but she also loved hanging around at home in completely comfortable clothes. Even in what she was wearing though, Finn still had an amazing way of making her feel as though she was wearing the sexiest thing on the planet. It was part of what she loved about him. How amazing he made her feel. Sure, it was a selfish reason to love someone but she really didn’t care. She hoped she gave him some of that feeling good thing too. She hoped. NOW that she was clothed, Alyson was shamelessly twirling around her house. One step bellow picking up her hair-brush and singing into it. She was singing though. Oh yes she was singing. How could she not? Maybe she could talk Finn into playing some Taylor Swift at the wedding? Hmm, that would be so cute. For her at least. Most other people would roll their eyes at her. But then, that had never stopped Aly in the past now had it? She definitely did things to please herself, no matter what other people said.
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Post by finn david heaton on Apr 23, 2010 23:39:37 GMT -5
As he rounded the corner towards the still-disorientating street, Finn welcomed the feeling of anticipation that swept over him. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, or, it hadn't been since he had moved into his new living quarters with his gorgeous fiance, yet it was nice to experience it without also feeling anxious. Since preparations had begun for the wedding, he could never tell what he would be doing with his evening - cooking, working, hearing about exotic flower arrangements coming from countries he'd never even heard of. It wasn't that he minded that sometimes he had to get things done around the house so that Aly could concentrate on the wedding, but it was also nice to know that he would actually get to spend some time with her. He hated that it was so rare these days.
It wasn't that he wasn't excited about the wedding - he was. He had been excited since before he proposed, before he popped that ring on her finger. In hindsight, he'd been incredibly optimistic about the whole thing, really. He'd been excited and planning things before she had even agreed to the whole thing. Maybe, just maybe, it was because he knew that this whole thing was right up Alyson's alley. She loved huge events, and this one was to be all about her. Honestly, these days most things he did were all about her, and he wouldn't have it any other way, but he had been excited at the prospect of giving her a day when he was not the only one showering her with affection. Not that he wouldn't be, of course. Everyone was just going to have to step back and deal with the fact that he was the one marrying her, nobody else. Yes, that's right. Everyone was just going to have to deal with their jealousy issues.
Turning the key, he let himself into the apartment, immediately scanning the room for the blonde locks of Alyson Kent. Instead, much to his surprise, his nose was met with the incredible smells wafting from the kitchen and he felt a pang of guilt overcome him as he was temporarily distracted from the task of locating his fiance. Apparently, as much as he loved her, steak would always be his one true love. That was alright - he definitely loved Aly in an entirely different way. He did not see her in the same light as a giant chunk of meat. His views on women were, thankfully, far more respectable than that. Quite the opposite, actually. As much as Alyson was absolutely gorgeous, this was not why he loved her. He loved her for many reasons, one of which was the music that he had just registered was playing in the living area - it was cheesy and terrible, but it was also, as much as he hated to admit, relatively melodic and kind of sweet. Of course, there was another reason he could never compare Alyson to a giant piece of steak, as she was, in no sense of the word, giant.
Throwing down his briefcase onto the kitchen bench, he turned to be finally met with the dancing figure, causing him to lose all control of the rather large grin that had been trying to force its way onto his face. Honestly, he could think of nothing better to come home to. Folding his arms, he leaned up against the bench, raising one eyebrow at the sight before him. "Did you age backwards by ten years while I was at work today, or is this what people of our age listen to now?" He made fun of her, but it was always out of love.
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Post by alyson sophia kent on Apr 24, 2010 21:01:20 GMT -5
No one could deny that Finn did a lot for Alyson. Not even the self centred, oblivious girl herself should say that Finn didn’t do absolutely everything his blonde fiancé wanted. If she was running around getting things organized he’d cook and clean the apartment. If she was stressing and close to tears he’d comfort her and do something lovely to cheer her up. Despite what it was Finn needed or wanted, he was always pandering to Alyson. Or at least at the moment. With all the wedding excitement. It wasn’t always like that.. Was it? Alyson sincerely hoped so. Despite what others may think, she didn’t like the fact Finn wasn’t getting what he wanted. It was half of the reason why she had done all this tonight. She was feeling really guilty for how much stress and drama Finn had been coping from her lately. The last straw had been earlier that day, when she had completely gone off at him over IMs because he joked about his tie colour. Usually they were a rather playful couple. It was part of what she loved about their relationship. How they would tease and joke and pull out corny pick-up lines. In fact that was kind of their thing. To see who could offer the best (or was that worst?) pick up line. An ongoing game they had been playing for over four years. The relationship she had was different than any other. He gave her something no one else did. When she was with him, she didn’t need anyone else. For instance, yes there were times her mind would stray to Max Heaton when she wasn’t around Finn. But when he was there, it was like nothing else even mattered. Which was part of the reason why she could not make sense of her feelings. How could she even consider that she might have feelings for Max when Finn made her feel so good? Was it possible to love two people at once? She wasn’t sure. Max, however, was the furthest thing on her mind as she twirled into the kitchen. Grinning at her lover. Instead of greeting him, or even responding to the comment he had made about her regression into the cheesy pop music scene, Alyson moved close enough to him to slip her arms around his neck. Leaning into him, lips meeting his in a rather passionate kiss. Who needed a greeting anyway when they got kisses? Alyson knew which one she preferred, and she knew (or at least hoped) Finn would feel the same way. Lips still on his, she moved one hand to stroke his cheek. She loved the feel of his skin against her fingertips. It was completely tantalizing. Pulling back from the kiss a little too early, she winked at him. Hands slipping from their current position to take his hands. Tugging him away from the bench. She wanted the boy to dance with her. Surely he’d get the picture right? Spinning herself around, letting go of one of Finn’s hands, she moved in to give him a swift kiss, before pulling back to sing the next line of the song. “It’s a love Story, baby just say yes..”
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Post by finn david heaton on May 6, 2010 2:36:46 GMT -5
While Finn was generally a pretty big fan of words, especially the ones that were involved in the often amusing banter between Alyson and himself, he did not at all mind being greeted in this rather pleasing fashion. Honestly, part of him had been expecting her to turn around and snap at him and tell him not to joke about something as serious as choosing her wedding song. Accompanying this was a great rush of guilt, of course. He didn't like expecting snarky Alyson - that wasn't fair. It wasn't like snarky Alyson was around all the time, right? They still had their nice nights and sometimes they had nice, chilled lunches together during their breaks at work... Of course they did.
Things were great, he knew this. How lucky was he? How many guys got to work in the same building as their girlfriend, giving them the opportunity to eat together almost every day? Probably not many. Even less of them that were going to be marrying an absolutely amazing girl like his Alyson. That was the thing he had to keep reminding himself of. It didn't matter how crazed or insane she got over the wedding, she was marrying him and that was all that had mattered. He could deal with this little bit of crazy if it meant that he could have her for the rest of his life. Besides, once all this wedding stuff was over, the super-crazy Alyson would be over with it. Then there'd just be slightlysparklycrazy Aly, and she was okay. He'd fallen in love with her. He could put up with that much. Plus, a little bit of crazy's always good sometimes. He was a pretty big fan.
As he felt her crash against him, he leaned into her kiss, flinching at the touch of her fingers on his cheek. Never would he tire of that, no matter how long they were married. If someone's touch was enough to make you want to melt to the ground, that was a sign that they were perfect for you, right? Not that he needed another one of course. As she pulled away from the kiss unexpectedly, he moved with her, not quite prepared to let go. It was alright, she was playing with him. He had a feeling that this wasn't going to be the only kiss he was going to get over the course of the night.
Lifting his hand to spin her, he waited for her to get closer once more before reaching to grab a firm hold on her waist with his free arm. "I sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes..." He didn't even feel the shame at knowing the lyrics to Taylor Swift's music. With Aly around, he'd gotten used to the somewhat interesting tunes that he had been forced to get used to. Swaying to the rhythm of this particular tune, he let the corners of his mouth lift into a content smile. "Been awhile since we've had to worry about stuff like that, hey Al?" Sure, it had been fun when they'd had to sneak around, but it was much nicer now.
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Post by alyson sophia kent on May 11, 2010 22:38:24 GMT -5
It was growing increasingly hard to not just jump Finn’s bones then and there. The guy was singing Taylor Swift, for goodness sake. How could she not? There were only so many men in the world that would put up with that sort of music, let alone sing it to you and dance you around the room like a crazy loon. It was this, the fact he embraced her crazyness, that Alyson simply adored about her fiancé. He was kind of her perfect fit, considering not many people could handle her on a long term basis. They found her far too full on. If Finn did, he certainly dealt with it well. Excuse my frankness for a moment, But Alyson was rather toey. She hadn’t exactly had good sex in a long time. She was far to stressed to actually enjoy Finn like she used to. She guessed they were both suffering because of it, because she was kind of snappy, and Finn was getting a bit frustrated and making dumb-ass jokes. She actually sort of had a rather high sex-drive, so she tended to get rather needy when she wasn’t getting any. Or at least not having any fun with Finn. It was funny how just some kissing and foreplay made things better. With all the planning, it was all too easy to forget what they actually had together; the reasons why they were getting married. They really needed this tonight, getting back to the basics. It didn’t take Aly very long to give up on the idea of dancing. Instead she allowed their body’s to remain close, instead of her twirling around him. Hands moving around his chest and shoulders. Enjoying the shape of his chest through his shirt. Lips kissing behind his ear, doing their best to distract him as he spoke. She had a habit of doing that to poor old Finny.. Especially when he was on the phone.. But uh.. That wasn’t the point right now. She grinned against his ear. Trying to contain a giggle. Their relationship had started with sneaking around, and actually, those were rather fond memories. Something about the idea of doing something wrong and forbidden had been exciting back then. In fact, the idea of it was still exciting. It was giving her ideas, actually. “Don’t you just miss those days?” She wiggled her eyebrows, stepping away from him. Letting her lips fall from him as she did though. Finn was used to it all by now right? Her need for excitement. Well, if he wasn’t, he probably should get used to it, fast. “I mean..Wasn’t it fun? All that sneaking around... The thrill of getting caught?”
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