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Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

She gave him an odd look. He couldn't quite tell what she meant by it. Okay, He said, Goodnight, Katherine. He left, closing her door behind him. He went to his bedroom, on the other side of the house. He was also quite tired - it was late. He set his alarm to go off very early, so he could make her breakfast or do something else special for her, and then went to sleep. After he woke up the next morning, he decided he would set up a nice, relaxing bath for her. There was a second bathroom, closer to her guest bedroom, which had a bathtub combined with a shower, rather than just one. He made himself breakfast first, and then went into the bathroom. He lit some scented candles, filled the tub with hot water, and set a fluffy white bathrobe on the counter, before dimming the lights a bit and leaving the room. He didn't think it was creepy at all, to do something like that - he loved her. He went into Katherine's bedroom. She was asleep, and he almost didn't want to wake her up - she looked so beautiful, sleeping. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and nudged her lightly. Wake up, Katherine, He said, I made you a bath - in the bathroom just down the hall. Get in before the water gets cold - I'll make you breakfast. He smiled down at her, unsure if she saw him smile, and then left her room.
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

Katherine jolted a little as he woke her, forgetting where she was. She rubbed her eyes, wondering why he would draw a bath for her if she had a shower the night before. But she headed down the hall anyway, intending to at least brush her teeth. When she entered the bathroom, her eyes went a little wider. Dimmed lights, candles... it was very romantic, and strange. Certainly not what she had expected. She switched the lights brighter, pulled the plug on the tub, and dug around until she found some toothpaste, taking care of her fuzzy morning-teeth. She headed toward the kitchen, still in the boxers and tee, and sat down to watch him make breakfast. She tried not to feel weird, but he made it kind of difficult. She considered asking him to skip breakfast and just take her home, but decided to go through with breakfast since she still wasn't sure how far she was from home. What're you making? she asked.
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

Mikhail turned around when he heard her walk into the kitchen. He was making pancakes for her, not really sure what she liked to eat. He noticed that she was dressed the same as before, and her hair was dry - she had obviously not taken the bath he had made for her. It didn't disappoint him too much. Pancakes, He said, with a smile. He had one on a plate, already - he took the second one off the stove, and set it down on top of the other. I didn't know what you'd like to eat for breakfast, He said, I can make you something else, if you'd like. He set the plate down on the table, along with some silverware. So, He said, leaning against the counter, How'd you sleep?
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

Pancakes are fine, she said with a light nod. She took the silverware and began to eat, Well enough, I guess. Katherine speared one section of pancake after another, eating quickly. She was anxious to get home. She thought it was strange that he wasn't eating anything. Just another way he was beginning to weird her out. It was like he just wanted to watch her eat... Finishing more quickly than even she expected, she laid the fork on the plate, So, is there something for me to wear on the trip home? How much further is it?
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

No, unfortunately, He said, All I have for you to wear is my clothes, and you can't go out dressed like that. He knew it would embarrass her very much, if she were to be seen in the kind of outfit she had on now. I could have some clothes made, for you, He said, and put her plate in the sink. He turned back to face her, and said, It would take about a week, and I'd have to get your measurements first. He smiled, and a kind of cold sweat came over him - he thought perhaps he could get the necessary measurements.
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

What the hell? A week? Geeze, just call mom, she has keys to my apartment, she can get me something and send it over if she doesn't want to get me more clothes, she said, feeling weird. He was really creeping her out, the way he was smiling at her. It was a strange, lecherous kind of look, and she wanted instantly to be anywhere but here . Look, if we're driving, I can just ride home in this, I don't give a shit, she flipped her hair, frustrated, and went to stand, Go get the car, let's go.
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

That - that won't work, He said, feeling very nervous, Why not stay for a little while longer? Until I can get you some clothes - I can do your measurements, and get you whatever outfit you want. He, of course, did not know her mother's phone number, and even if he did, he certainly wouldn't want her coming over and seeing him with her.
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

Katherine scoffed at him, as he was frustrating her and making her angry. She just wanted to be away from everything that had happened to her, which meant a night home alone before a big press release early next week. She sighed angrily, moving toward the kitchen door, Look, just get the fucking car, I want to go home.
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

He rushed towards her as she moved towards the kitchen door. He lightly grabbed her arm, and said, Please stay - I won't hurt you or anything. He didn't want her to leave, and normally he would have just let her go if she wanted, but he was getting fanatical.
Thread: The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

Katherine reacted instantly-- after everything that had already happened to her, she wasn't about to let a man touch her like that. She turned in a heartbeat, her opposite hand coming up in a wide swing as she slapped him cleanly across the face, NO!!
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Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean had always been there. She had created him for that purpose and he had served it to the best of his ability, being in there when she needed his support. He had played with her in her head, he had told her that she was an amazing person just so she could be happy because it meant happiness to him too. He felt the same as her when her parents split up, he had been like a brother to her, the sibling she had never had. But she had come to that crucial age, when she turned into puberty she had hidden him away in her head. He had grown with her, hitting puberty just like her and even though his feelings for her were there, he couldn't deny that she didn't want him anymore. He had only been there for her as a child and now she had outgrown him. He felt bad as he had watched her go through the years, her ambitions growing but without his help. He still wanted to be there for her, to be the one she wanted to talk to when she needed someone. He remembered every single storm, when she had called his name. The first few years after she had hidden him, he had appeared for her, comforting her and keeping her safe but then he had refused to answer her calls. He wasn't able to take it anymore until finally, on that special night when the thunder ripped through the air, flashing the apartment up it opened a portal for him to cross from her mind into the real world. He had taken the opportunity because he needed a serious talk with her. He heard her call out his name in her mind, she was remembering the last storm and they still had some connection. He was in the other end of the apartment, she wasn't able to see him in the dark and he was also in another room. But he was heading towards her, knowing she would be able to hear his footsteps as he brought with him a candle. It was lit as he walked into the room she was in, his gentle face flashing as she would be able to see his upper body. He was slightly muscular, they would call it fit in the real world but he was also wearing a black shirt. Apart from that and his face, she would be able to see his short brown hair and those deep blue eyes she had appeared to be in love with when she was younger. He was moving towards her as his lips parted, a soft sigh escaping at first, then he spoke. I'm here, and we need to talk. His voice was masculine, showing that he was a man like she was a woman, they would both be around same age because she had after all created him. His tone had a bit of commandment in it, he wanted to talk to her and this was the perfect moment.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Ellie trembled as she heard the footsteps approaching. She scrabbled to the other end of the couch as she saw the flickering candlelight getting brighter. As he rounded the corner, her heart stopped. Who-- her eyes adjusted to the candlelight and met his, those beautiful blue eyes that said everything she ever wanted to hear, S... Sean, is that you? She dug her fingernails into her arm, feeling the pain and knowing that she wasn't dreaming. He seemed far to real to be a hallucination, but she was too old for this! She didn't imagine him anymore, she just thought about how she had done so as a child! But this was no childhood memory, no security-blanket imaginings. She knew just by looking at him that if she drew close and touched him, he would be real, and she would feel him under her hands. She shook, Wh-what are you-- I mean... what do you want to t-talk about?
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean closed his eyes at first when she didn't remember him. But soon after they were opened, locked with her's as he moved towards the couch, sitting on the other end of it from her. He was looking at her the entire time, seeing flashes of her as a child for his eyes as he still felt a bit of her feelings. She was confused and in a disorder as it was and he didn't want to mention that part. I'm like you, but I lived in your head until a few moments ago when the thunder allowed me passage into your world. He told her, his voice surprisingly calm as he had a soft smile on his lips. He held his hand towards her. If we are to talk, I want you to act like the child you were acted towards me, she wasn't afraid of me. He told her, his tone soft, not judging her at all. He wanted this to happen, he wanted to let her know that he was real and that he was still there for her, whether she needed him or not, because his heart told him to be there. He was waiting patiently, his face remaining in the soft posture that showed he was not afraid of her at all, but that he was there to help her, listen to her and comfort her.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

It was a few moments before Ellie responded. She was finding this whole thing a little mindbending, a little frightening, but she acclimated to his presence. She stared at him as she began to move closer... He's just like I remembered him... only older, she thought, slowly crawling toward him on the couch. When she finally reached his side, she extended a hand hesitantly. She just had to be sure... she laid her hand on his chest, closing her eyes and sighing. He was real. She wasn't hallucinating. There was a shift in her whole worldview when she realized it, but she knew that all her memories were true, and not her imaginings alone. She curled up next to him on the couch, sitting right next to him like she did as a child. When she finally spoke, she sounded much less nervous than she had been, Alright, Sean... what do you want to talk to me about?
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean watched her move towards him, feeling her uncertainty until she put her hand on his chest, a tingle running down his spine from her touch as he felt her realise that he was real. He smiled, nkowing this was a big turn of events as he put his arms around her, holding her close to him as she laid there, curled up next to him. He was enjoying the time with her like he had done as he heard her questions. What happened.... His voice trailed off as he looked out of the window for a moment before looking back at her. What happened between us? He asked her, his voice showing her that he wanted to know.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Though her eyes were turned towards the window, away from Sean, her eyes were closed against the lightning. She still started now and again as thunder clapped, still not completely soothed. She was only a little uncomfortable, feeling as if she had to be on the defensive, despite his concern and not accusation. I... I grew up, she said, I changed, and I thought I didn't need you anymore.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean heard her words. He knew a bit about how she felt at the moment as he closed his eyes, breathing heavily. He was trying to keep a hold of himself so he wouldn't slip back into her head just yet as he softly kissed the top of her head. I felt it like you abandoned me for something better. He whispered to her, feeling a tear in the corner of his eye. He wiped it away quickly, not wanting her to see it as he held her there on the couch.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Well, she said, I don't know if it was better... but it was something more... more tangible ... at the time. Ellie caught the motion of his arm as he wiped his eye. She pulled her head back and looked at him, Are... are you alright, Sean?
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean looked down at her, knowing she had caught the move of his hand but he waved if off pretty neatly. It's nothing, I'm fine. He said, his arm moving back around her body as he enjoyed being with her again. Though it was different, it was pleasing to him and he enjoyed it a lot. He then suddenly felt like he had to do something, she was there with him and he felt like he had to make up for all the years they'd been apart. He sunk as he kept his eyes locked on her's, taking in every moment of it before he softly kissed her forehead, hoping he wouldn't be too outgoing for her as he really did want her to be happy with him.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

She closed her eyes as his lips connected with her forehead. It was such a sweet, comforting thing... she felt like a child as he did it, remembering the few times when her parents really connected with her, her father would kiss her like this before bed... Now, it was her turn to weep a little. Tears slid down her cheeks. The kiss was so tender, it broke her heart.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean watched the tears, putting her head in against his chest as he moved a hand up, wiping the tears out of her eyes. Don't cry, it's okay. He whispered to her softly, wanting to comfort her and keep her happy. He only had one desire in his life, to be with her and to keep her happy as he wanted no other thing.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

I know it's alright-- that's why I'm crying, she said, snuffling a little. She barely noticed the flashes of lightning as she leaned into him, putting her arms around him and holding him tight. She turned so her legs were over his, as if she were sitting in his lap.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean listened to her, feeling her legs and arms move as he felt her suddenly like she was in his lap. His hands went around her waist, holding her as he looked down at her. You know, I actually think I fell in love when the girl who created me. He told her, his tone soft as he wanted to give her a reason not to cry, and this was the only true thing that came into his mind as he knew that he wouldn't be able to lie to her ever.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Did you? she laughed quietly, You know, I think... when I imagined you, I imagined you to be whatever I needed most... someone who could support me and be my friend, whenever I was more dedicated than the other kids in school, or when mom and dad... split up... No matter what I needed, you were always there to provide it... She let her head rest against him with her eyes closed. It was so nice, being held like this. Like everything she ever wanted or needed was right there, and everything was at peace... she was enveloped in a warm sense of comfort and love when she was with him.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean smiled, listening to her as he watched her at the same time. It was true what she said as he had always been there for her, he had always played around with her, listened to her and helped her whenever she needed it. But now it was different, they had both grown up and she needed other services than from when she was a child, he wasn't sure how to be able to provide them for her but he was going to try his hardest. Seeing her eyes closed as she laid against him, his arms moving up to her back, just holding her as he softly kissed the top of her head, wanting to be there with her forever instead of going back to being just another childhood memory. He knew that when she storm ended, he would have to go back inside her because the portal would otherwise seperate him from her and destroy him, after all he was only a memory, an image in her head that had been allowed access to the outer world. I'm sorry though, I can't stay with you forever. He whispered softly to her. I can only appear like this in a thunderstorm when it can rip a hole through to the paranormal world. He added, hoping she would understand that he would return to her whenever he could just to hold her and be there for her.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

You mean... you mean you can't just be here, like this, whenever I want you? You can't stay? she looked a little confused, and she clutched at the front of his shirt as she processed what he said. Ellie didn't quite understand everything he said, but she did understand that they had a limited time together. Then let's make the most of the time we have, okay? she asked, tilting her forehead against his and looking into his clear blue eyes.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean wanted her to understand as he felt her grip his shirt. He sunk the lump in his throat, looking back into her eyes as he knew that she was understanding some of it. Just know, I'm here when there's a thunderstorm, otherwise you'll have to imagine me in your head. He told her, whispering before he closed the distance between their lips, kissing her softly, his arms pulling her gently in against him.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Ellie instantly leaned into the kiss, lifting her face to his. Her arms were pressed between them, but her hands grasped his shirt, drawing him near. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent, like summer and sunshine. She parted her lips for him, wanting him to kiss her passionately, like a lover.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean enjoyed the kiss, the soft touch of her lips against his own and then she broke it. He wasn't devastated because the look in her eyes told him that he could continue. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment before he moved her around on the couch, putting her on the back down along as he held himself only a few inches above her body, his lips finding her's as his mouth opened a bit, letting his tongue run out and over her lips in the kiss, as if he was asking for permission as his hands kept him steady, knowing he wanted her.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Ellie let him lay her down, not letting go of him. As he began to tease her lips, she almost couldn't take it-- she pressed her face forward, locking their lips as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, discovering him with it. Her legs twisted under them a little, her thigh running along the inside of his, brushing his manhood.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean welcomed her tongue into his mouth, his own playing around with her's as he felt her legs twisting under them. He was already hard in the pants, but the feeling of knowing where this was taking them only made him harder as he softly pushed himself down on top of her, pressing his chest down against her's as he wanted to feel her entire being now that he was finally able to.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Ellie began tugging at his shirt, popping buttons between them in an effort to disrobe him. His pressing only made her want to draw him closer, with as few barriers between them as possible. When she got his shirt open, she reached to his pants, slipping her fingers into the waistband as she fumbled for the button and zipper. She was breathing heavily, but hadn't broken her kiss except with moans.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

Sean kept the kiss going too, letting her work his shirt before he felt her tug and fumble with his pants. He smirked a bit in the kiss as he moved onto one hand, letting her have a bit more space to work on while he begun unbuttoning her work shirt, seeing she hadn't changed back when she got home. He knew that he wanted her fully as he did this, staying down close to her. Once he was done unbuttoning, his hand went inside, softly running over her bra covered breasts, loving the size and feel as he reached around, slowly working the hook to release her bra.
Thread: My Imaginary Friend (Russian Vodka & A Gilt Clochard)

She had managed to get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped when she felt his hand at her breast. She lifted herself up a little as he reached back, giving him easier access to the clasp. When she felt herself swing free, she propped herself on her elbows to help him get her shirt off, but once that was done, she laid back, wanting him to finish with taking her bra off.