SURE THING / DES

[tabin]

if you be the cash, ill be the rubberband

you be the match Imma be your fuse. Boom

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] YOU COULD BET THAT It was the fourth of July and after spending the last six years in Italy, seeing others celebrating the Independence of America was a very welcoming sight for Tabin Medici. The smell of burning black powder filled the air, and as he sniffed, his heart ached, it was amazing how home sick he'd actually been. Though it had always been extremely against the rules to pop fireworks himself, it had always been nice to see the configuration of colors in the sky when the help put on a show with thousands of dollars worth of bright colors, exploding into the sky. The fourth came and passed without celebration, and the emptiness, had long been forgotten, till now. During the day, many people had a different set of crackers that they popped for sunlight, and the sounds of them echoed off the buildings and houses that surrounded them, as he walked along the beach side, with a little smile playing on the edges of his lips, he couldn't help but feel like this truly marked his homecoming. Though he'd been home for weeks, it hadn't quite hit him, till now. His hands placed loosely in his cargo shorts, his dirty blonde hair looked especially lighter from the large amounts of outside time he had put in. While he'd been out earlier that day, a girl with short shorts and a funky personality invited him to the party, and as he looked around, the little ball of fun was no where to be seen, and he couldn't help but feel awkwardness pinch through his stomach. Showing up to a party where everyone seemed to know one another, and him knowing no one, was like a soccer punch to the gut. He stood off to the side, as the sun made its way down, and he watched the kids his age struggle to make a bomb fire. The itch to help was quickly ignored as he watched a group of girls walk by him, each turning their head to look at him, giving him a little hint of a smile like, chase us if you dare. As much as he wanted to follow the tail, he honestly couldn't think of anything he'd say other than.. "Wow you... look amazing." He didn't think that would him much good, and as if the heavens were looking out for him, the girls were soon in-laced with a group of confidant guys, who all seemed to find their match. Figured. Girls with long legs and golden weaves were not available for the average guy, especially a stranger. Feeling a ping of urge to get out of the scene, he turned, to see the most beautiful brunette he'd ever seen, he found himself feel weak at the knees, and from there, he knew he wasn't going anywhere. Whether he talked to her or not, he wasn't going anywhere. He licked his lips, as his mouth went dry, and his heart raced as his palms began to feel soaked. Girls that looked like that, didn't exist, and yet, there she stood. 512 WORDS , MAGGIE / DES , SHORT STARTS = WIN!

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[desiree ryan sinclair]

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taste like heaven ,

her skin was hot; desiree registered the fact that she'd most likely be feeling it tomorrow morning. the rays had more than an invitation to her smooth palette of bronzed skin, though desiree didn't burn visibly. she had always had the luck to not appear as a lobster while she felt like her skin was about to shatter and fall off. she had always been good at hiding pain, anyway. desiree smiled and nodded, trying to appear enthralled by the egotistical idiot she was talking to, and brought the red plastic cup to her lips, swallowing down a bit of the mixture. it was mike's, some flavored variation of the brand that she enjoyed because of the absence of the burn of alcohol down her throat. she was slightly tipsy from drinking all day, though the lightweight had done a good job drinking water so she wasn't three sheets by sundown. the music had slowly grown louder as dusk approached, from a relaxed blaring during the sun to deeper, more penetrating as the shadows became longer and the waves appeared darker. now thoroughly bored by the subject in front of her, desiree's gaze wandered idly along the other inhabitants of the party. she knew many of them. ocean city was a small town when you were buried deep within its gossip, and desiree had a fairly established software branded into her brain containing information of well over half of the town's population.

she was brought back to the present as the man in front of her grazed his fingers across her hip, tugging lightly on the end of the shirt (she was clad simply, in a black bikini with an open, oversized button down dress shirt, white in contrast to her swimming attire), and she looked up at him with an unimpressed look. he was attractive, which was why she was here in the first place, but des had quickly lost interest when he began bragging about all of the brilliant things he could apparently do, and now that he had started asking her if she wanted to head back to his place, desiree was about fed up. she smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side and chewing on the side of her cheek, before rolling her eyes and abruptly giving his bare chest a shove away. "fuck off," desiree muttered, turning on the ball of her bare right foot in the fine sand and sauntering away.

great. she had wasted the past fifteen minutes chatting it up with some guy, and by now, all the other girls had gotten grips on the hottest men. not like that was a problem. normal girls weren't even in her league of competition. she had the pick of every boy here, and she wasn't interested in most of them. feeling slightly sullen because of the idiot she was just talking to, desiree stood and pouted for a moment before her eyes fell on another. he was standing on the outskirts of some crowd, looking slightly out of place, which was exactly the type she was in the mood to go after on the warm summer night. eyeing him with curiosity, she began to make her way over. she hadn't ever seen him before, and he didn't look to be much older than her - maybe even younger, so it wouldn't make sense that he had lived here for a long time. if anyone knew everyone at manchester, it was desiree. a small smile curved her lips upward as she stopped a few feet from him. "hey, are you new here?" the question fell off her lips easily, though it was a rather abrupt greeting, but what did she have to worry about being abrupt? "i'm desiree sinclair," she said, holding her hand out to him daintily as her eyes dropped briefly to his lips and back up to his mesmerizing eyes.

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[tabin]

if you be the cash, ill be the rubberband

you be the match Imma be your fuse. Boom

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] YOU COULD BET THAT To his disbelief, as if he'd shouted for her, her eyes made their way to his, holding her glaze for a full second, he looked away, pretending to be paying attention to the full grown fire that was five feet from him and the girls who were giggling holding onto wide shouldered men, their mystery liquid filled red cups, spilled over the edges, as they jumped around in the sand, leaving dark rings in the sand. He couldn't help but look back to the beauty, and she wasn't there anymore, he couldn't help but feel disappointed, but it was quickly wiped away as the sweetest, heavenly voice spoke to him, it didn't matter what she said, her voice was like an angel singing. He did a quick jerk of the head, as if to wiggle the thoughts jumbling up to be knocked into the rightful locations, "What?" he asked, his voice was deep, especially in contrast with hers, with a flare of an accent, foreign from American. "Oh, Yes, I'm new." In his mind he was cussing himself out, what an impression he was making on her. Her bare stomach had cast shadows dancing from the flames, which he couldn't help but notice. She had a power about her, she demanded attention, and as he looked around the camp fire, most of the males were now ignoring their female counter parts and were not paying close attention to the pair of them, as if an outsider was not supposed to speak to someone of such class and stature. He cleared his throat, as she said her name, Desiree Sinclair, "Tabin Medici," he replied, his hands aching to be whipped off on his tan colored shorts, his loose fitting black t-shirt,felt like it was suddenly suffocating him, as his cheeks turned red. "Call me Tabs." he instructed, but felt foolish for doing so. He'd never felt so nervous or so stupid in his life. Simple conversation was one of his mother's favorite lessons, the first impression was always the most important, so what was he doing? Her body was close enough to him that he could just touch her, yet he still was under the impression that she wasn't real, no mortal could ever look the way she did. Again, he noticed that though the girls were demanding attention from the guys that they'd selectively chosen, they still kept a careful eye on them. "Guess they don't like you talking to me," he said, knowing she'd noticed as well, but instead of feeling the pressure, like he was, she seemed to glow brighter with every side ways glace, as if she was used to the extra attention others gave her. They seemed to notice her first, and then the others came into focus, and he realized that she had the same effect on him as she had on the others, even the girls looked over in jealous rages. "I promise, I won't bite." he joked, but fell it fall flat, his voice even seemed to be out of wack, what was happening to him? 513 WORDS , MAGGIE / DES , GETTING BACK IN SHAPE

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[desiree ryan sinclair]

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taste like heaven ,

her presence seemed to take him by surprise, and desiree did nothing but watch him with the smallest flickers of a smile toying with her lips. "what?" she wasn't going to answer that; desiree watched as he recovered slightly, and seemed to pull his thoughts together. god, he was cute. "oh, yes, i'm new." she closed her eyes for a brief second - it looked more like a thorough blink, as she heard the sound of his voice. it was foreign from somewhere, she didn't give a shit where, all she cared about was the fact that it was so sexy. what the hell did foreign guys have that regular ones didn't? after she introduced herself, he did the same - tabin medici was his name. italian, possibly? desiree couldn't get enough of his voice. she felt eyes across her curves, that moved to tabin in jealousy for the attention she was getting, and a slyly smug glint showed through her eyes. desiree brought her eyes down from his eyes to his shoulders, chest, and then looked down to her elbows as she pushed the white sleeves up farther just as he spoke again. "call me tabs." desiree couldn't help but give a small giggle as her eyes moved back up to his, pushing her hands onto the shallow curve of her waist. "i'll do that, tabs," she returned, leaning forward teasingly even closer to him and then standing up straight again. she shook her head mildly and looked off to where the other couples were gathered around the fire, her eyes landing on the flames and staring there for a moment.

"guess they don't like you talking to me," he said, and desiree looked up at tabin first in surprise, following his gaze to the other men around the fire, who kept throwing furtive glances her way, and rather hostile ones towards tabin. des shrugged once, giving a small laugh. "they're jealous of you. feel special," she instructed with a mischievous wink, shifting just a couple inches closer. this was such an improvement over the man she'd been talking to only a few minutes ago. "i promise, i don't bite," he returned, and a darker look overtook desiree's face as her gaze dropped to his lips again, distractedly. there had to be a choice of fifty attractive men here but the only one she wanted was this one. "it's alright, i'd prefer it if you did." she spoke as if she was asking about the weather or discussing the daily news, but the slightly lusty tinge in her piercing azure eyes suggested otherwise. suddenly wanting to escape the other gazes shot towards her, des rested a hand tentatively on tabin's arm, biting her lip for a moment. "want to go for a walk?" she was close enough to kiss him, and desiree had to admit her breath came light. des dropped her hand with a playful glance through her lashes off him and brushed by softly, catching his smell and trying to ignore it as her bare feet began to lead her out towards the darkening water, expecting him to follow.

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[tabin]

if you be the cash, ill be the rubberband

you be the match Imma be your fuse. Boom

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] YOU COULD BET THAT It was hard for Tabs to breathe as her body shifted towards him. Her body so close to him, her giggle sending waves of heat down his spin, he felt the droplets of sweat roll down his spin, as his eyes widened, the feeling in his chest, the way she was making it hard for him to think about anything other than her. She was demanding the attention that she was getting without lifting a single finger. Those small little digits were probably soft from the lack of work it took a guy to trip over his own feet trying to impress her. There it was, Tabs, on her lips, he watched as her they softly murmured his name and he hit the sky, flying high with the stars and chilling on the moon which was raising, large and beautiful, a sight that would normally catch his attention, as he marbled in its magnificence, but he had at least found something that burned brighter than it had. Her body language and the way she moved her eyes, he couldn't help but pay closer attention, as if she was trying to tell him something in the way she she blinked, or even looked at them through the black fans of perfectly spaced, long lengthen eyelashes, each one perfect, as if God had taken an especially longer time when creating her. She was no normal person, no, she was a Goddess, his Aphrodite. As if at once realized what he was seeing, she glanced over, giving them half the time of day, her attention snapped back to him, giving him the attention that made him ache for her. A reaction he wasn't use to. "They are just jealous"

[/b] and he knew that without a doubt. "That I'm talking to the most beautiful girl here?" he asked , his mouth drying as he spoke, like talking with cotton balls jammed into the corners and cheeks of his mouth, "I'd be jealous too." he said feeling his face heat up, how easily he could to anyone else, making himself not look like a jackass was taking every bit of strength.

"It's alright, I'd prefer it if you did" she said, her voice steady, like what she said had not been like a bowling ball rolling down the lane crashing into every pin, the sound echoing in his head, Oh.. uh." he was completely off guard, did teenagers normally talk to each other int his way, he shrugged it off, recovering seconds later, "I'm sure we can work something out." he said in a fake boost. Though he didn't know what the hell he was doing, the fire in his stomach told him to go with it. He was a lucky bastard, and he was not going to blow it. She leaned in, close enough to kiss him, and he felt his body stiffen, how bad he wanted it, wanted her, and instead she grabbed his arm, the feel of her touch on his bear skin caused goosebumps to run down his limps and a surge of energy rushing out his opposite hand, giving her lip an ever so much of a nibble, he wished he could do the same, as she asked him to go for a walk, and left without another word. He found himself tripping and stumbling behind her, as if he'd never walked on his own two feet before, they were made of jelly.
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573 WORDS , MAGGIE / DES , GETTING BACK IN SHAPE

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[desiree ryan sinclair]

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taste like heaven ,

"that i'm talking to the most beautiful girl here? i'd be jealous, too." aw, how sweet. her head tilted to the side ever so slightly, a small smile pulling her lips back from the canine teeth, the dramatic curve of her cheekbones morphing a small bit as she bit the inside of her cheek. she could see color entering his face, knew he probably wasn't the most experienced thing ever, and that was exactly what drew desiree to him. she preferred the more virginal type, inexperienced and flustered so she could leave a permanent imprint on them, whether they showed it or not. even now, as he stuttered some unintelligible response to her suggestive comment, all desiree could do was give a small laugh, drawing a hand up and running it through the beachy waves of her dark hair as she made a final decision about the walk, breathed an invitation in his ear, made her way off and felt the lure she was creating, the tenuous draw that she knew he would have to follow. sure enough, moments later he was walking behind her and at her side, leaving the lusty gazes from the men and the murderous ones from their partners at the fireside and walking towards the water, where the sun had just tipped behind the horizon line. her left hand still held the cup, and she brought it to her lips, sipping on the sweet cocktail as the music receded just a bit to the sound of waves rolling in, eventually breaking over her bare feet.

"so, tabs, how long have you been in maryland?" he didn't seem to know anyone, or hadn't from what des had seen from his awkward standing around, and she surely hadn't ever met him before. that guaranteed he was positively brand new. good - she had gotten her hands on him first. "enjoying it so far?" the murmur fell off of her lips delicately, barely reaching the distance across to him, but she knew he heard it. how long did it take to master this art? her bare foot slid nonchalantly through the next wave that rolled up near her ankles, sending a small amount of spray in front of her knee. one thing she did love about maryland was the beaches - she always had. california was so overrated. she had been there countless times and was less than impressed by the seaweed and bug infested beaches and all the damn people. walks like this along the east coast beach with a random, sexy guy were much more enjoyable. what exactly was she planning to make of tonight? des didn't know, but all she knew was that she didn't have to make a decision - the slightly lightheaded feeling the tipsiness was creating would have an enjoyable time choosing for her. desiree sinclair had no one to report to, nothing she was accountable, and she was infamously good at making stupid decisions that somehow always ended up well for her. perhaps it was luck. the thought brought a small smile to her lips.

speaking of impulsive decisions, desiree stopped rather abruptly, swigging down the last gulp of the medicinal alcohol in the cup and tossing it up the sand a ways, which was surprisingly enough followed by the unbuttoned shirt she was wearing over the black bikini. "water looks nice, don't you think?" she asked tabin mischievously, wrinkling her nose up and giving him an exaggerated suggestive look. after flinging the shirt towards where the cup had gone, desiree took a few steps backward towards the water, grinning as she awaited the newcomer's reaction.

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words 605 tagged tabin notes HAHAH fun des

[tabin]

if you be the cash, ill be the rubberband

you be the match Imma be your fuse. Boom

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] YOU COULD BET THAT If Tabin was being honest with himself, or anyone for that matter, he'd admit that he'd never even truly alone with a girl before this, and as he followed along side the perfectly put together brunette, the long weaves of hair flowing behind her, in a row of waves, mirroring the water splashing behind her, the view was noting that could tear his attention from her. The way she moved her lips, the way her nose tilted up slightly as she spoke, the way she ran her fingers through her hair, everything was like liquid fire within his body, setting him into the unknown. "a few weeks." he gentle, deep voice answered, "I love it here." he said giving her a teasing eye, "Now."he finished, feeling a little more in his element know that he was away from the crowd and they were on a one on one basis. Hell he was nervous, his heart was practically shaking his whole rib cage, and he could hear the blood flowing within his skull, like a hammer, pounding. He couldn't help but know that, she in fact knew this place well, and instead of worrying about how many other guys she had made feel special for a night or two, he felt special, like he'd hit the lottery. She was ankle deep in splashing waves, and he kept his careful distance, until with one graceful motion, the liquid in the cup disappeared into her plump lips, and the cup went flying, followed by her shirt, daring him to get in the water with her. Before she could slip further into the water, he pulled his black t-shirt over his head, exposing his hard earned six pack and sun kissed tan skin. He hadn't had a lot to be proud of in the last few years, but his body had always been one of them. Giving her an effortless smile, he followed her into the water, till he was waist deep in, and he felt like he should know what to do in the situation, he was a guy for heaven's sake, but all he had for experience was a list of movies he'd seen where unexpected love stories happened everyday, but he drew a blank as he attempted to recall a scene for help. So instead he pushed all thought from his head, and let instinct take over, closing the gap between them, his hand wrapping around her ever so slightly, he feeling her breath on his skin, he smiled down at her, he was 6'3" and was as wide as a barn, looking to have been a football player in another life, he was a good looking guy and he knew it, but had never seen the effects of it, but here he was waist deep in water, with a beautiful stranger, and almost felt to dare him to push him over the cliff, and he wanted to. Leaning down, his lips found hers, kissing her soft and sweet, and as he pulled away, he'd realized he'd never admit that it had been his first kiss. 513 WORDS , MAGGIE / DES , GETTING BACK IN SHAPE

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[desiree ryan sinclair]

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taste like heaven ,

"a few weeks. i love it here." she gave a small smirk only when he added on 'now' to the sentence, eyeing her, and des ran a hand absentmindedly over her stomach as she moved further into the cool surf. some people complained about the fact that the ocean was never truly warm, but desiree was glad - she certainly didn't want a lukewarm bathwater temperature when she was hot from dancing and drinking at a party. his shirt came off as well, and desiree stopped nothing short of staring as her eyes drank his appearance in hungrily. was there an end to everything attractive he had to offer? probably not. "good! well, let me know if i can ever show you around anytime," she said uselessly, padding out deeper on the smooth decline of sand until the water passed the lilting black script on her side ('not being dead isn't being alive', the words followed by a small black sparrow - she had gotten it a year ago, and didn't make a habit of showing it off). only when he followed her in did she realize how tall he was - somewhere around a full foot taller than her, and the water only reached his weight. "sheesh, you're..." desiree was about to say something giddily about the radical height difference when he was suddenly much closer than she expected. catching desiree by surprise wasn't an easy feat, but the last thing she expected from this anxious tabin was bold actions.

but suddenly, there he was, and she felt his hand slip around her. the waiting breath she had been planning on using to speak slipped from her lips, trailing over his chest as she brought her eyes and chin up ever so slightly, eyes falling to his barely smiling lips (which hers mirrored). her heart thrummed - she heard it in her head. and he actually did it - she smiled into his lips, pressing hers against his comfortably, not expecting him to be the most experienced kisser in the world, but it wasn't like he was bad. her hands moved up to his jaw, coming to balance on her tiptoes as she tried to give him somewhat of a lead. he was so much bigger than her - it was a little more intimidating, considering she was used to someone like luke or matt, who hovered several inches shorter than tabin. the kiss was sweetly short (or just too short), but desiree pulled away just as easily as he did, catching her breath quickly as a wave pulled her up a bit taller and pushed her closer to him. "tall?" she finished her thought breathily, blinking heavily to try to clear her mind. she didn't know if it was the alcohol or kiss having the dizzying effects on her - probably a healthy mix of both, she concluded as she dropped her hands to rest on his stomach, giving her head a shake to rid it of the jumbled thoughts.

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[tabin]

if you be the cash, ill be the rubberband

you be the match Imma be your fuse. Boom

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] YOU COULD BET THAT Had Tabin wanted Des to show him around town, absolutely, but was it on his mind at the moment, not at all. He couldn't believe how this once in a life time chance had come. A new kid in town, alone, everyone else doing their thing, mingling among themselves, as he searched for the girl that had invited him to the bash, only to find her no where to be seen. Figured. But what he hadn't expected was that something better would come along, and snap him into life. He was short on life experiences, especially ones of love and friendships, his family had done well to shield him from the outside distractions. In their minds, they were doing him a favor, helping lead him into the president campaign, however it had never been on his to do list, maybe it was because all these normal life experiences were being denied to him. Whatever the case was, there he stood shirt off, standing in the water with a beautiful girl, who was seriously out of his league, and her having seemed just as shocked by him, as he had been of her. "sheesh, you're..." she started, but was quickly caught off guard which is attempts of being brave, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning in for a kiss. Time had stopped for him, and everything else went dark, had they kissed a minute or an hour? Maybe only a few seconds, but already he felt like a changed man. He smiled as their lips parted, and he looked down into her eyes, his blue eyes catching the glimpses of hers, "Tall." she finished, and he let out a chuckle, deep in his chest, a type of laugh a person just couldn't fake. "I get that a lot." he admitted, though he'd never had a single complaint about his size, he had to admit that the cutest of things came into the smaller sizes. Her hand on his stomach, felt like it was enough to heat him and the whole ocean. He allowed his fingers to make circles on her lower back, as his hands were on the edges of her swimming suit bottoms. He couldn't stop looking at her, why him, he kept wondering, all those other guys, despite having girls on their arms, would have left them in their trails for her, he knew it, and he was sure that she knew it too. She was at a higher standard than all the other women he'd seen tonight, like she was the queen of all of them, whether he understood why he felt that way or not, he knew it had to be true. He leaned his head down, his lips coming close to her ear, "If I knew Maryland was this great, i'd have come sooner." he whispered, she didn't know him, she didn't know his situation or what had gotten him there. For all she knew he was just a normal teenager who kissed another girl tonight, but to him, she was special, his first. All the things she'd have to learn about him, how he lived his life with maids and employs being his closest friends, no, he'd keep her in the dark as long as possible, maybe then he'd at least get the mysterious card. he chuckled throwing himself into the water, pulling her along side him. whether she had intended to get wet or not. 513 WORDS , MAGGIE / DES , GETTING BACK IN SHAPE

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