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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 5:22:57 GMT -5
"We should be enemies. We are as opposite as people come. I admit to that."
. He is not certain how to respond to that or if he can, since he doesn't want to hurt her feelings or confuse her. He is confused.
"Feelings are such a confusing thing. As you said earlier, too many people rely on hormones or passions. That is my greatest vice."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 5:24:58 GMT -5
"All I know is I like this feeling that I get when I'm around you... It reinforces my loyalty." Or does it CAUSE my loyalty? I honestly don't know. "I know I'm very naive about these things, what is this feeling called?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 5:27:41 GMT -5
"Maybe it is love. There are many kinds of love. I love many people. You included," Bassarov replies as cassually as he can.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 5:30:06 GMT -5
My eyebrows raise. "Love? I... I don't understand. I didn't think I was capable of... Love."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 5:34:09 GMT -5
Well, if Bassarov felt awkward before, he feels twice as much so now. But heck, he already explained sex to her, why not love and make it a well rounded day.
"Hmmm....well...maybe you never were allowed the chance to love someone, and now that you are free, you are no longer denied that emotional attachment. Your feelings or lack thereof were the product of your environment, as they are now."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 5:36:40 GMT -5
"I.... I meant that we were designed to have subdued emotion... Maybe I'm more human than not... I don't know what to think anymore." I extinguish my cigarette and put my hand on Bassarov's knee. I simply feel a desire to touch him.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 5:42:52 GMT -5
Bassarov is a slave to affection. Her touch incites his latent feelings for her.
"...I...really.... am not the best person to consult on these matters....."
He moves closer to her, touches her face, and kisses her.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 5:44:46 GMT -5
Unlike before the kiss does not offend me. Rather it's like electricity on my skin, strangely stimulating. Not knowing what to do I return the gesture, and tighten my grip on his knee.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 5:49:51 GMT -5
Bassarov deepens the kiss and grasps the back of her head. He pulls her towards him...and runs his hand up her back....
Like on so many other occaisions, he sacrifices logic and sensibily to his desires.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 5:52:00 GMT -5
I find myself out of control. I return the kiss with surprising force, and wrap my free arm around his chest. My breathing becomes heavy and rapid. I don't know what it is that I am doing, just that it feels very, very good...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 5:55:58 GMT -5
Bassarov suddenly backs away. He gets off the sofa and looks at Zero, exhasperated and nervous.
"I am..sorry...you really should go. I am confusing you. Mischa will be home soon. I am sorry. I think...yes...you are confused...I would like to...well, no, it would not be right. It is not right for me to do this."
Bassarov steps back. He is confused and feels a deluge of guilt for doing this.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 5:58:49 GMT -5
"What?" I ask. I am shaking again, but it is a different kind of shake. I stand up. "That was... Very... Good." I say for lack of a better word.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 6:03:12 GMT -5
"Well...thank you..."
Bassarov is relieved that she is not storming mad or emotionally hurt. She seems more or less...okay.
"I should get some rest. The dragon will be attacking the city soon...so if you needed something to do...the rebels will need help...."
He himself is a little shaken. She is an agressive little thing...
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 6:05:19 GMT -5
"Well, I too am tired... Between the battle... And this, well... Thanks." I step out of the room without a further word. I still feel strange from that chance encounter, which I replay in my mind as I roll and light a cigarette. I walk back to my room, and once there I shower before retiring for the night...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 6:08:55 GMT -5
Bassarov goes to his room quickly and goes right to bed. He feels confusion and regret. He feels guilt for adding to her already confused emotions.
He closes his eyes and just hopes that no one finds out.
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