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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jan 15, 2010 23:38:55 GMT -5
Psych grinned in triumph. She blushed, finally, and it was because she was embarrassed! It was great, driving her mad, it kept him that much more sane. Then, Sex - Nickleback began to plly. He stopped pushing the next button. He started to sing a loud through the first chorus before he paused it. Moving closer, he allowed himself to touch his nose lightly to her hair just ablove her ear singing softly, "S is for the Simple Need. E is for total Ecstasy. X is just to mark the spot, the one you know you really want..." Psych was planning to get this on a CD and play it on a loop in his office, call her in randomly while it's playing and watch her reaction. That would be fun.
Psychs mind was reeling now, he couldn't keep the small haze of her scent out of his head and her blush was too cute to bare.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jan 15, 2010 23:47:20 GMT -5
Kyle could hear him loud and clear, how he could use her favorite song against her by just singing the words was maddening. Damn him! The urge to sing to that song though was too strong, even with him so close. On that urge she took in a slow breath and continued with the song where he had just left off, her blush heating her cheeks even more. "Yes, sex is always the answer, it's never a question cause the answer's yes, oh the answer's yes. It's not just a suggestion, when you ask the question, then it's always yes. Yes!"
The blush was heated in her cheeks but she looked up at him through the tumble of her black hair, a very slight smile on her lips. "Going to give me back my i-pod now?"
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Post by Psych on Jan 16, 2010 0:43:01 GMT -5
Psych looks at her and then he just grins, "Dunno, admit to Liking me, or at least not hatting me and I'm sure I can find it in my heart to give your iPod back." Psych's mind was humming, he wanted to hear her say the words and yet he wanted to get out of there and... well, after that performance, what would a guy do?
Psych pushed away form the bed to stand maybe a foot away, the sings playing through, he was no longer listening to them. He was currently looking at her face, and then letting his eyes flit everywhere else nad linger there for a while. Knox was laughing at him so hard for his performance and hers.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jan 16, 2010 0:51:52 GMT -5
Kyle gave a slight eye roll and held out her hand for the i-pod as she spoke. "Fine, I don't hate you Psych. You infuriate the hell out of me, but I don't hate you. Happy now?" Her eyes focused on his, the blush slowly fading from her cheeks as she started to relax. He couldn't know she liked him, couldn't know. Knox hated her anyway, the only reason he would get her to say that was so Knox could laugh.
Or was it? He went out of his way to mess with her, maybe...No! Impossible. Psych wouldn't like her, and even if he did, she wouldn't be able to deal with Knox and his teasing hatred of her. With a deep breath she relaxed, the blush finally gone, she looked calm, controled, but her eyes held just a bit of that embarassment just under the surface.
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jan 16, 2010 18:54:06 GMT -5
Psych watched the Rebel with a smile in his eyes. He removed the headphone from his ear and placed the music device on her lap. "What ever you're thinking, keep thinking on, you might find the answer to my request." Psych grinned before turning to take his leave of the room, hands slid into the pockets of his jeans as he hummed Sex to himself, loudly enough for her to hear.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jan 16, 2010 18:59:25 GMT -5
Kyle watched him as she snatched up her i-pod with a roll of her eyes. "You can't possibly know what I'm thinking Psych, you aren't a mind reader, and neither is God-boy." Putting her ear buds back in her ears she blared Gone by Kelly Clarkson, slightly fitting in a way. It infuriated her when he said things like that, and she could still hear his melodous voice in her head as he moved to leave.
Part of her wanted him to stay, another part wanted him to leave so she could rant to herself. She'd go with the second, the first would be admitting something. Damn him. Closing her eyes she said just loud enough for him to hear. "Have a nice day Psych."
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jan 17, 2010 19:39:34 GMT -5
Psych turned his head to look back at her, "Nay. One doesn't need to be a mind reader to understand the looks on ones face and in your eyes." There was a melodious hum to his voice as he spoke, a dark glint to his eyes as he smirked before bowing low and then exiting the room.
Once outside Psych nearly broke his right hand, slamming it into the floor in a punch. He didn't wince, though, he was too busy controlling the blush that had broken out over his face and up to his ears. Had he really just sand such a suggestive song? And to Kyle?!?! Psych swore he could die at that moment, no matter how priceless and innocent the look on her face was, It was obvious she hadn't ever had sex with someone, at least, not often enough for it to be a big deal to her.
Psych walked down the hall to his room, dragging his hand along the wall, his head bent so his nose was parallel with the floor, curse after curse streaming form his mouth...
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