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Penelope ran as fast as she could. Her legs carried her as far as Oldale, and she found herself gravitating towards the most familiar house on the block. Her feet pounded against the ground as she moved, panting heavily as she tried to recall if the owner would even be home. She threw herself at the door, staring up at it, panting heavily. It wouldn't open with a simple twist of the knob, so she heaved in a tight breath and looked frantically around for a key or something - anything - to help her get inside and away from the Magma operatives that were chasing her.
When she heard them round the corner, she needed to think fast. Up on the second floor, there was a window, and Penny saw that as her way in. She jumped, grasping the windowsill with her hands, tugging herself up. She balanced her feet on the top of the door frame, breathing heavily. The window seemed to be loose, so she tried to open it, nearly falling backwards because of how easy it was to open the window.
She finally collapsed through the window and into the main hallway leading to the bedrooms, and few feet from the staircase, which she was thankful she didn't fall down.
Panting, she pulled herself up and closed the window, hoping that she hadn't managed to smear blood all over the front of the house. Her body rested against the window, and she slumped down, trying to catch her breath as she glanced around at everything. It looked like the person who lived here wasn't even home, and Penelope had a sinking feeling in her heart. Where was he? Maybe out trying to get another person to replace her as quickly as possible.
It had only been six days since she left, and she had contemplated coming back several times, each time getting a mysterious text for a mission of good intentions from the mysterious number she had been in contact with. Every time she completed a mission, she was sent a gold coin through courier, which she enjoyed getting. It seemed to cover her tabs at the bars, anyway.
Sucking in a deep breath, Penelope finally glanced down at her body, staring at the cuts she had gotten from running through brush. At one point, she had slipped trying to get down a steep ravine, and now there was a large gasp in the back of her calve from where a branch had sliced deep into her skin. The rest of the cuts were rather mediocre, but they were enough to make her hurt now that the adrenaline was wearing off.
"Shit." She whispered, covering up the largest gash on the back of her leg. Once her arm was outstretched, she discovered an even bigger cut along the entirety of her shoulder, stretching down to her arm.
"Fuuuuuck." She croaked, before tilting her head back to thunk against the windowsill.
"Elijah." She called out simply, loud enough for the household to hear, but not for anyone outside to hear. "Elijah!" Penelope called again, more urgently. Her voice was strained as she tried to keep the cuts from bleeding too much. one hand rose to keep her shoulder from spurting, and the other rested on the back of her leg.
One thing was for sure. This mysterious texter would be getting a rather large piece of her mind once she found them.
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh TAGGED: Elijah Castaire WORDS: 575
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Last Edit: Jun 1, 2015 16:41:31 GMT by penelope reed
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 2, 2015 1:09:59 GMT
It's one thing to have someone break into your home. It's another for someone to sneak into the second floor and then call for you.
It shakes Elijah out his daze, the almost panicked yells of his name. Lounging on the couch downstairs, he hadn't thought much about what to do for the night. The television was running some sort of romance drama series, but it barely garnered his attention, simply allowing the noise to fill the silence that usually ensued.
So he feels entirely dignified in his paranoia right now. There shouldn't be anyone else in the house, at least no one he's invited in. Therefore, this person was an intruder not a guest and would be dealt with.
He's standing there, a little dumbfounded when he does find her. There's drops and smudges of blood on the floor, but it's dark stain on her clothes that grabs his attention. Nevermind that she has mysteriously reappeared before him after nearly a week. It's the fact that she's sitting on the top of his stairs, a bloody streak on the wall from where she climbed in through the window.
"What the fuck happened?" He hisses. It's certainly not the most helpful thing to say but it is foremost on his mind.
Deciding that the answer can wait, he shakes his head and rushes downstairs, returning with a small medical kit in hand as he bends over her.
"Alright, let me see them." He grumbles, opening the medkit to get what was necessary. The contents are obviously used, the roll of gauge nearly all gone and the bottles of disinfectant are all half-empty to some degree, but Elijah reckons there's enough to deal with the serious wounds or else improvisation would have to do.
"You're going to have to undress for me to clean up"
Penelope smiled half-heartedly as he came up the stairs. He was being cautious, and she could tell that he was not impressed with whoever was intruding into his home. She waved with her hurt arm as he caught sight of her, and shrugged her good shoulder when he asked what had happened. She opened her mouth to answer in detail, but then he had run down the stairs and she watched after him, pouting.
Once he had returned with a little med kit, she glanced over the contents, that seemed to be used up more than the average homebody. Penelope frowned and reached out, touching some of the gauze. When she saw blood come off her hand, she frowned more and retracted it. She really didn't want to ruin what he had left of his supplies. It seemed like he needed them.
Letting out a long, soft sigh, she started to tug at the jumpsuit she was wearing, first getting the sleeve around her hurt shoulder, then started trying to wiggle it off her hips while she was still sitting. Most of the scrapes barely scratched the surface, but it was the two that had actually punctured the suit that were the ones bleeding all over the floor. She sighed and pushed herself up by her shoulders and legs, flinging off the rest of her jumpsuit, before thudding back to the floor.
Finally, she looked up to Elijah and blinked at him. Was he angry with her for leaving? She just needed time to collect herself. "I found some Magma team members in the woods. They chased me and I fell down a ravine." She motioned to her body. "Then I ran straight here, climbed your door and climbed in the window. Because I didn't want to kick your door in. They're expensive to replace. And I love the blue." Penelope breathed the explanation out in mostly one breath.
"Sorry I left." She added, looking down at the med kit. There was a needle in a fresh package, and some sterile thread. "If you get the back of my leg, I can do my shoulder." Penelope nodded to the thread.
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh TAGGED: Elijah Castaire WORDS: 360
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 2, 2015 13:10:47 GMT
He wants to ask her how much blood she's lost, but the point seems moot when he sees the gashes. He hisses at their severity, torn skin drenched in dark blood, they were definitely more than the usual scrapes. It's not difficult to keep his eyes away from her breasts, the wounds proved to need more of his attention, mangled flesh along with the smaller scrapes didn't look too well. Elijah has to give props to Penelope, for being able to keep still as she did. Most people would have gone into shock by now, from seeing all the blood, bits and pieces of themselves that were normally tucked under skin.
It also makes him wonder why Penelope seems so calm.
She explains herself, which makes sense, but it bothers him all the same. "You shouldn't be messing with Magma, nor Aqua. This will sting." He finds himself saying first, as he pours the disinfectant over the wounds from grief. He expects that that will at least get a twitch from her, or so the sadistic part of him says. With quick hands he's dabbing a cotton ball over the large wound on her shoulder, sweeping up what blood he can.
"You could have knocked, I don't know, anything but climb through the window." He chastises, finally looking at her with faint disappointment. She'd made him jumpy, and if he hadn't seen that it was her, it wouldn't be a long shot to say that he might have stabbed her with the knife in his pocket. As it was, at least she hung out by the stairs, and not anywhere hidden.
He shrugs and hands her the needle. If she knows that much then he has to assume she's been in these situations before, where she's had to stitch herself up. Which would lead to questions. "Don't worry, I'm used to it." He says, the bitterness too difficult to conceal so he doesn't. He hadn't stopped her for leaving, and truth was he even if he had awoken before she had left, he wouldn't have known what to say. It definitely would not have been that she stay longer.
He cleans up her leg while she presumably is preparing herself for her shoulder. "Here goes." He says as warning, before threading the needle through her skin, gentle yanks to make sure that the wound would close before they had to bandage her up.
Penelope stared at him as his lips curled to and frown a frown to a more serious straight-faced look. Back and forth he did this, and it made Penelope feel downright guilty. She wanted to tell him everything that had happened that night. The feelings, the thoughts that raced through her mind. It was her first time, and it had been a lot to take in. Especially after everything that she had heard about him in recent years. Penelope had a feeling that things were somewhat of truth in those tabloids, but she would never outwardly say it. She wanted to believe he didn't have a choice to act that way.
As he warned her, she prepped her own needle. The first stitch was the worst, she could feel every bit of pressure as the needle slid through her skin and tugged on the outside. After his first few stitches on her leg, she started on her arm, which was considerably more damaged and painful. She hissed hard when the needle pressed through her flesh, and nearly ripped it through the other side to get it over with. Once she had the first stitch in, she continued up her arm in tight, beautiful stitches that crisscrossed like a surgeon's.
"It was my first time." Penelope spoke quietly, as if the words would break her in half, rather than the gaping wounds on her body. She put the needle down, letting it hang from her shoulder, an open invitation for him to finish off what she couldn't reach.
"I didn't know how to stay." She was staring at the wound he was stitching on her leg, turning her body so he could get better access to it. "I got scared you'd wake up sober and not want me there anymore or something. I don't know. I'm fucking stupid." She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes and groaned as he put the needle through a particularly tight piece of skin. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes, so she kept her hands pressed firmly into her eye sockets.
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh TAGGED: Elijah Castaire WORDS: 351
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 2, 2015 13:49:23 GMT
He places a hand on her leg to still her movement, taking care to keep the stitches nice and even lest he puncture something else. He listens mostly, nodding to show he understand but otherwise keeps his attention to her leg. Truth is he doesn't know what to think of that night. Doesn't know whether to label it as a mistake or not, though certainly by the way that Penelope in distress that she see it as such. He finishes up on her leg, snipping away the rest of the thread before moving back onto her shoulder.
"Ssshh." He hushes, placing an assuring hand on her good shoulder. "I know. It's alright Penny, like I said, I'm used to it." He says again, this time gently, he sighs as he finishes the rest of the stitches. They still look awful, but at least blood isn't coming out in gushes. His fingers are mildly drenched with her blood but he washes them away with alcohol before continuing. "Penny. You're my friend. I wouldn't have kicked you out, you know that right? You could have slept in the guest bedroom if you weren't comfortable with me." For once he sounds so earnest, trying to get her believe in the truth. Yet his eyes averts hers all the same. The quiet voice in his head tells him that she wouldn't have stayed anyway. She would have preferred the other room and he had forced himself on her. She would have preferred to get away from him.
He gets to covering them with gauze all the same, wrapping her up as best he can.
He kneels there beside her, scratching his head as his gaze flitz over her. "I understand why you left. You don't have to feel guilty." He adds. His reputation precedes him, not that he had hoped it would go away just because he was no longer in Johto. Especially not with Penny.
"You can take the guest bedroom if you wish. I don't think your leg is good to walk on for tonight."
Penelope frowned at his words and removed her hands from her eyes, staring at him. There was blood all over her face now, and she looked on the brink of tears again, although she sucked them all back in with one deep breath. Her eyebrows raised and cracked a bit of the dried blood on her forehead, and she bit her lip. That was not what she had meant at all. She had enjoyed it thoroughly, and most of her had wanted to stay. It was just her stupid drunken brain that told her she needed to go and think.
With a little sigh, she reached out and grabbed his hand tightly, pulling it towards her chest. She held it just over her heart and closed her eyes, reaching her other hand up to hold it there as if it were comforting. She just wanted to be held by him again, the way that he had when they fell asleep that night.
"I did stay, you know. I fell asleep for a good five hours." Penelope bit her lip and opened her eyes, shrugging her good shoulder. "It was nice. Being in a bed." She paused, then looked at him hard, more serious. "With you." She spoke pointedly, trying to get the idea across that she still wanted to be there with him, in his bed, his arm slung around her protectively. It was the best that Penelope had felt in a long time.
"I liked it a lot. I -" Penelope paused, before leaning in closer. "I don't want the guest room." She said firmly, staring him right in the eyes. "I want to sleep in your bed, with you." Truth be told, ever since she had slept with him, it's all she could think about. It made it hard to get to sleep at night without the reassuring arms around her, making sure she was safe as she slept.
Smiling, she reached out and stroked his cheek, before seeing a streak of blood that she left behind. She pulled her hand away and blushed, glancing down at her bare skin, covered in blood.
"I guess I need a wet towel to clean up with." She mumbled, frowning. She just wanted to have a tender moment, not smear blood all over him.
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh TAGGED: Elijah Castaire WORDS: 383
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Last Edit: Jun 2, 2015 14:14:15 GMT by penelope reed
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 2, 2015 14:33:36 GMT
Elijah struggles with not staring at her breasts, especially when she's pressing his own hand between them. But he averts his gaze like a gentleman, instead focusing on her eyes. He can feel her pulse just underneath her skin, feels in against his palm, her hand holding him there. He's doesn't know what she wants from him. Already he feels lost. He'd tried to move past, treat her like any other, even slept with others to erase her from his mind. And it worked, for a while, except here she comes, all bloody and wounded, in front of him once again.
It's maddening.
He can sense that she's telling him the truth, or at least the truth in her eyes. She's wanted to stay, yet something kept from doing so. His mouth goes dry at her revelation. Never mind that she's naked, but she did just admit that she wanted to sleep with him again. It didn't matter that she might have only meant to truly just lay beside him, but knowing those words it would come to more intimate times. He doesn't know what to answer, words fail him, and fear that he can't put what he feels to words. A sense of elation, dread, worry, anger, all rolled into one. It's all he can do not to laugh at himself.
The sticky smear seems to jolt her back into her sense, and all he can do is smile at her sadly. He grasps at her hand before planting a kiss on her palm, gentle, reassuring, a little blood on his lips as he does so. "I'll get you one." He says instead, letting her go as he shuffles towards the bathroom.
A quick wash to his own face and hands, he returns with a damp towel and holds it out for her.
"You don't have to feel like you owe me anything." He finally decides to say, smiling a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I know what you must think of me, how I must be some slut who needs affection." He utters the derogatory word with a well practiced tongue. Like he said, he's used to it. It's true enough, even he has to admit that. He decides that he has to scare her. It's the right thing to do.
The kiss to her palm sends tingling all up and down her arm, and she lets her hand linger on his, even as he's pulling away to grab the towel from the bathroom. She frowns as he leaves and pushes herself up, making sure that she was leaning beside the window and not directly on it. Her leg throbbed, but she still stood as tall as she could, waiting for him to return.
Once he had come back and handed her the towel, he started talking about how she didn't need to owe him anything; how he was just some slut who was just craving attention. She frowned and gave him a pointed stare, wiping off her arms and legs with the towel, folding it over a few times so that she was actually wiping the blood off, rather than smearing it around her skin.
After a few moments of contemplating what he had said, she reached out and jabbed him in the chest, eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare start that shit with me, Elijah Castaire." She said sharply, not in the mood for his mind games. Penelope was injured, fragile emotionally, and partially naked in his hallway. He didn't have the right nor reason to start this with her.
"You used to do the exact same thing with your toys. Make them seem awful and shitty so you could do whatever you want." Penelope tossed some of her hair over her shoulder and slung the towel back so it was resting over her good shoulder.
"I don't feel like I owe you anything. I ran here, of all places - including the pokemon center - to come to you. Of all places, of all people." She was poking him in the chest now, moving against him and pushing him backwards a bit. She limped as she went, but proceeded to poke him.
"I want to be here, and I know you want me to be here too, so why don't you just stop your woe-is-me-I'm-so-damaged bullshit and actually let me in. Maybe you're not the only one who feels like they have something wrong with them!" Penelope tossed her arms up and hissed at the pain in her shoulder, before collapsing to her knees.
"You are so..." Penelope sighed and flopped over onto her hip, pouting. "Frustrating, enticing, exciting, stupid and irrational." She looked up at him from her spot on the floor, still pouting.
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh TAGGED: Elijah Castaire WORDS: 406
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 2, 2015 15:14:03 GMT
The jab surprises him, makes him take a step backwards in alarm. So much that he actually manages to shut up during her entire rant. He looks at her, wide-eyed as she goes on. He moves only when she falls to the floor, and only to catch her before she drops to the ground. She still drops though, her knees sounding horrible against wood floor, but he likes to think that he's softened the blow. That is until she flops to the ground, look at him miserably.
He bites his lip, a sigh escaping him before he smiles affectionately at her. He moves to sit on the floor, his hip just by her head as he looks at her. "You know, I think this conversation would go so much better if you weren't naked." He points out, prodding at her bare stomach, withdrawing his hand before she can latch on or something stupid. "However, your jumpsuit is ruined and I don't think I have any clothes that fit you well enough for that to matter."
She makes him want to give up on the ruse, his resolve crumbling, and he knows its a matter of how long he can hold off until he's coddling her. He couldn't truly say no, not to Penelope who seemed adept at looking right through his bullshit. "Something is wrong with me, Penny. Something's wrong with everybody. I just figured it out much earlier than most." He musses, before he gives her a more serious look. "Do you want to talk about it?" He nudges, wondering why it was she seemed so distressed. It couldn't all be just about him, even his ego wouldn't assume so much.
"You're right though toys don't sound right. People. I make people feel shitty. I use as I see fit, and throw them away once I'm done with them. And you know what? I don't really give a shit about them." He admits, staring coldly at the opposite wall. It is the power, to know that he holds people in the palm of his hand to do with as he may, that he's so drunk off of. "I enjoy it."
"Tell me then. That there's nothing wrong with me but I know the truth, and I don't like being lied to."
As he pokes her stomach, Penelope grumbles, low and guttural, before moving to use him as something to stand herself up with. She grabs onto his shoulders and pushes up, keeping her weight on her good leg. The towel on her shoulder slips off and into her hand, and she wraps it around herself to prevent him from looking at her. It's not like she wasn't wearing undergarments, but she could see how after seeing her naked before, he was probably seeing straight through them.
Sighing, she sat back down in a more comfortable position and made sure the bloodied towel covered most of her more private areas. Not that she really cared if he saw, but they seemed to provide a bit of distraction for him, which she didn't want if he was going to try and be honest with her.
"Yes, you're addicted to using people and whatever else. I get it." She waved his stories off like it hadn't even phased her. Penelope wanted to think she was an exception. "I'm addicted to putting myself to bed every night with a couple of drinks, I watched my mom die, I live in the woods, I just had sex for the first time a freaking week ago, and the best sleep of my life was cut short by me trying to wrap my head around all that." She wound her finger up around her ear as if she were crazy, and then groaned, before falling over and leaning on him.
"Can you get me a t-shirt or something? I'll probably fit into your boxers, too." She mumbled quietly, trying not to sound too much like she wanted to get dressed. If she was being honest, she'd rather cut the whole conversation and just lay in bed naked all day long.
"Did you use me?" Penelope asked suddenly, glancing at him. "Do you not care about me?"
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh TAGGED: Elijah Castaire WORDS: 318
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 3, 2015 1:31:25 GMT
It must be serious when someone is using their own failure to justify yours, it must be. He has to chuckle though, as he has catches her in his arms. She was exhausted no doubt, and was only pushing herself because she was annoyed with his answers. "So you're saying we're meant for each other." He deadpans. The towel barely conceals anything, she's still oh so distracting.
"I'll see what I can do about that." He's already moving away to get her something to wear, some part of him in relief to get some momentary refuge from her stubborn personality. The question comes unexpectedly, making him pause, a hand still on hers. His brows fold together, a frown at the implication. After the things he had said, and now she wonders?
He laughs, the kind of sad little laugh that suppose to be mocking and pitiful at the same time. "I think... I used you as much as you used me." Comes the vague answer. It was in the moment after all, he hadn't planned to sleep with her when she first entered his house, though the thought did drift within his thoughts when she found herself comfortable on the couch.
"As I recall, it was you who admitted you like me. Doesn't that mean you played my emotions?"
He leaves her to think for a while, as he trudges into the bedroom to get some clothes. A faded gray shirt and a pair of running shorts will have to do, though he thinks they'll fit a little too loosely on her for the clothes to even matter, and offers them to her.
Penelope watches him as the words slide off his lips. Her eyebrows raised high as she took the clothes from him, surprised at him thinking she used him for what had transpired that night. She stood up on her knees and tugged the towel off, pulling the shirt over her head and smoothing it out across her stomach, frowning a bit. Once she tried to pull the running shorts on, she laughed a bit at how they hung off her and eventually slipped off from the weight of their own fabric. The fact that he had mentioned the part about being meant for each other made her heart pound, but his next words made it skip a beat.
"You think I lied when I said I like you?" She folded up the pants neatly and handed them back to him. A shirt would do for now; it covered everything, although her long legs stuck out. She could tell that it might be a distraction, but she didn't give it too much thought. She wanted to actually talk to him now. One of her eyebrows stayed up as she quizzed him, sitting back down on the floor. It was getting more and more painful to stand the more the adrenaline ran its course through her veins, and now she could really feel it burning, especially where he had applied antiseptic.
"It meant a lot to me." Penny sucked in a breath, although it was more pained that she even knew it was going to be. The words had really hurt her; she hadn't used him, he was special to her, and she thought that she had been the same to him.
"I meant everything I said that night, including how I feel." Penny tucked her legs up to her chin, holding them there. Now she felt awful that he thought that way about her actual feelings. Was it a joke?
"I obviously care about you." She gripped her knees in frustration, feeling her fingernails dig into the skin. It distracted her from the more unbearable pains.
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh TAGGED: Elijah Castaire WORDS: 345
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 3, 2015 2:38:31 GMT
"I think that you were too drunk, or at least drunk enough to mistake lust for love." He saya firmly. He can't possibly know what her feelings are, even if she says them out loud it could still be just a way to use him. Words have little face value, especially to a practiced liar like Elijah. He knows well enough never to trust so easily.
The pain on her leg and shoulder must be getting stiffling, he thinks as he glances at each gash. Her shoulder is now hidden under her shirt, but he can still see the lump where the bandages are and her leg is hardly hidden.
"If you still want to sleep in the guestroom, I wouldn't be oppo-"
He cuts himself off, a loud rap rap rap on his doorstep. Elijah curses quietly. He expected as much. "Stay out of sight, and keep quiet." He knows she has enough sense for that but it makes him feel better to say it all the same.
He runs down the stairs, loudly thumping bare feet on the floor before opening the door. And just as expected, there are two magma grunts in uniform looking at him expectedly.
Seen a girl runnin' around? Blonde, about yay tall, wearing a jump suit and bleeding?
He makes it a point to look confused. "Can't say I have. Is she of any importance?"
She was snooping. They're still checking if she took anything. We thought she ran this way, musta run off deeper into the woods.
"Must have. She wouldn't come knocking on my door anyway. I'll keep an eye out regardless. Have you tried the pokemon center?"
Not yet, but we've got some guys heading there now in civvies. Don't want to cause a scene over one girl. Contact us if you get any clues about our mystery girl, aight?
"Sure alright." Elijah says, before finally closing the door.on them and sighing.
"I do care, why can't you trust me? You used to." Penelope's words were true. Once upon a time, they shared all their secrets, and even had their own little secret handshake. Now he was so skeptical of her. It was enough that it could break her heart. How had his heart become so closed?
"I don't want to-" Penelope had started to protest, but was cut short by the rapping on the door.
The knock on the door made Penelope jump slightly. As Elijah left to go answer the door, she bolted into the bedroom with all she could muster, climbed into the bed and curled up under the sheets, her head tucked right underneath of them. She shivered slightly in fear and closed her eyes, waiting for the muffled voices to stop.
Although she couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity in Elijah's voice, as if he knew who he was even talking to. She poked her head out and peeked out the window, raising her eyebrow. The grunts were in uniform, so why wasn't Elijah's door kicked in, or something equally as stupid as the caliber of dunce Magma was capable of.
Sighing, she slipped back into the bed and snuggled under the sheets, smelling the scent of the fabric softener Elijah used, along with the scent of... Well, Elijah. Her body melted into the mattress and she laid her head back, closing her eyes for the most brief of moments. The bed, however, felt cold and empty without his body in it with her. She tucked the sheets up to her nose and peered at the door, waiting to see if he would come back upstairs. Maybe he would sit with her, talk to her.
She didn't want to admit it, but she was scared.
Penelope had gone into the little mission with nothing but a location and a "possible danger" warning. Nothing else. She frowned at how stupid she had been, and frowned even harder at how stupid the person who sent the text to her had been. How was that safe? Sending someone in with no backup or weapons? She grumbled a bit and stared across the hallway from the room, at her bag, which held her cell phone, and pokeballs.
When she heard Elijah coming up the stairs, she tucked the blankets back over her head, scared that he might be cross with her for being in his bed, instead of the guest room.
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh TAGGED: Elijah Castaire WORDS: 410
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Last Edit: Jun 3, 2015 22:00:26 GMT by penelope reed
NOTES: Penny is back, babeh
