"Give it back," Gabi snorted.
"Hmm, no," Bumlets replied with a smirk. "I've grown quite fond of this little locket."
Gabrielle was at the point where she couldn't go on arguing with him. She hated showing a weakness and this necklace was one. Sighing, she decided to give up for the time being. "Fine, keep it," she muttered. Standing up, Gabi stormed into the washroom and slid out the window. Once she was thoroughly happy with the way she had slammed the window, she climbed up to the roof and took a seat near the edge.
Bumlets stared after her, dumbfounded. Well it wasn't any fun if she didn't continue their little game. He walked into the washroom and opened the window. Why am I going after the girl that only fights with me anyway? Against his better judgment Bumlets climbed out the window and started up towards the fire escape.
Once atop the roof, he saw Gabi curled up near the brink. Silently he walked towards her, taking a seat several feet away. He looked up at the stars. He hadn't admired them in awhile, and had missed doing so.
Gabi regarded him with silent eyes. He was too pre-occupied with the stars above to notice her glancing at him. Why won't he just give it back? What use does he have for it besides annoying me? She noticed how the moonlight highlighted his black, shiny hair, and how his brown eyes twinkled as they marveled at the sky. He looks so free, like he's not bound by anything. I wish I were free. She sighed louder than she thought, and Bumlets broke his gaze of the sky and turned to her.
"What?" he asked. "Whatcha lookin' at?"
"Nothing," she answered quickly. " Isn't there a poker game tonight? Why don't you go bother them," she suggested. "And give it back."
"No," he stated plainly.
"Now," Gabi insisted.
"Not fer all the gold in China," he grinned, quite proud of his answer.
"Oh fine. You asked for it."
Gabi lunged at him, sending them both tumbling backwards.
Laughing, Bumlets pinned her down and held her wrists above her head. "Asked for what? The chance ta beat ya again?" he smirked. "Well thanks, I believe I just did." He was careful this time not to allow her legs anywhere near where she had kneed him last time.
Gabi tried to wriggle free, but she knew there was no hope. Two can still play at this game. She started to wince. "Ow, my wrist," she whispered.
"What? Your wrist?" he asked, concerned.
"It hurts. Ow." She winced again.
Bumlets let go of both her arms. "Where? Which one?"
Gabi rubbed her right wrist with her other hand momentarily. "This one," she answered quickly and struck him in the chin with her fist.
Staring at her with wide eyes, he couldn't believe he had fell for that trick. His jaw made him painfully aware of how hard this girl could hit. He grabbed her arms again, thrusting them back over her head. Anger and shock shone in his eyes.
Gabi was slightly afraid that he would hit her back, though he didn't seem at all the type to do such a thing. She stared up into his eyes, nearly drowning in them.
Bumlets gazed right back into her blue eyes. What was it about her that kept him so interested? After all he'd had this locket of hers for over a day. He should have given it back by now, but as she made no serious effort to tell the police, he made no serious effort to give it back to her.
"I… I'm sorry," she stuttered, uneasy by the silence.
Bumlets eyes grew soft, the anger, frustration, and shock dissipating, and turning into a need to be right beside her - to understand just why she fascinated him so. He leaned closer, his eyes piercing hers.
Her heart racing, Gabi's mind began to go blank. The way he gazed at her, those eyes never leaving hers – she had to know more. She made no attempt to stop him from moving closer, letting her eyes tell him that she wanted him there.
Slowly Bumlets eased his hands from her wrists. He used his fingers to move a few stands of hair away from her face, then leaned closer, his lips brushing over her own. He looked up into her eyes briefly, wondering if she would back off. Instead he felt her hands run through his hair. He settled his lips on hers once more, kissing Gabi deeply.
Gabi made no motion to stop. She didn't have time to dwell on any of her own doubts and fears and chose to toss them right out of her mind, kissing him back deeply.
As they were towards the edge of the roof, Bumlets swept Gabi up in his arms and carried her safely next to the warmth of the chimney, setting her down gently before his lips hungrily sought hers again. Once they were both resting against the floor of the roof, Bumlets took Gabi into his arms, breaking the kiss to look her in the eyes. He desperately searched for words to sum up what was going on inside him. There were so many things he wanted to ask – so many things he wanted to know.
Also tongue-tied, Gabi chose actions instead, trailing her fingers over the line of cheekbone, his lips, and his chin. Her eyes connected with his again and a smirk curled on her lips. "Thief," she whispered.
"And a good one too," Bumlets whispered back in agreement. "I stole you, didn't I?" He gently pushed the blonde curls from her face before leaning down and meeting her lips again. Soon the kiss became deeper, and while Gabi's hands wandered over Bumlets' back, his hands trailed over her face and neck.
Both parties wanted more, and they signaled each other through the depth of their kiss. Gabi's hands worked their way under his shirt, caressing the smooth skin of his chest while Bumlets pulled her on top of him, starving to have her as close as possible.
Gabi pulled back and took his hands in hers, leading them to her shirt. She left his fingers atop the buttons and smiled, leaving him to do the work. Once Bumlets completed his task, he tossed her shirt aside, and pulled her towards him, leaving all doubts aside as he forgot his surroundings – Gabi the only thing on his mind.
"Hmm, no," Bumlets replied with a smirk. "I've grown quite fond of this little locket."
Gabrielle was at the point where she couldn't go on arguing with him. She hated showing a weakness and this necklace was one. Sighing, she decided to give up for the time being. "Fine, keep it," she muttered. Standing up, Gabi stormed into the washroom and slid out the window. Once she was thoroughly happy with the way she had slammed the window, she climbed up to the roof and took a seat near the edge.
Bumlets stared after her, dumbfounded. Well it wasn't any fun if she didn't continue their little game. He walked into the washroom and opened the window. Why am I going after the girl that only fights with me anyway? Against his better judgment Bumlets climbed out the window and started up towards the fire escape.
Once atop the roof, he saw Gabi curled up near the brink. Silently he walked towards her, taking a seat several feet away. He looked up at the stars. He hadn't admired them in awhile, and had missed doing so.
Gabi regarded him with silent eyes. He was too pre-occupied with the stars above to notice her glancing at him. Why won't he just give it back? What use does he have for it besides annoying me? She noticed how the moonlight highlighted his black, shiny hair, and how his brown eyes twinkled as they marveled at the sky. He looks so free, like he's not bound by anything. I wish I were free. She sighed louder than she thought, and Bumlets broke his gaze of the sky and turned to her.
"What?" he asked. "Whatcha lookin' at?"
"Nothing," she answered quickly. " Isn't there a poker game tonight? Why don't you go bother them," she suggested. "And give it back."
"No," he stated plainly.
"Now," Gabi insisted.
"Not fer all the gold in China," he grinned, quite proud of his answer.
"Oh fine. You asked for it."
Gabi lunged at him, sending them both tumbling backwards.
Laughing, Bumlets pinned her down and held her wrists above her head. "Asked for what? The chance ta beat ya again?" he smirked. "Well thanks, I believe I just did." He was careful this time not to allow her legs anywhere near where she had kneed him last time.
Gabi tried to wriggle free, but she knew there was no hope. Two can still play at this game. She started to wince. "Ow, my wrist," she whispered.
"What? Your wrist?" he asked, concerned.
"It hurts. Ow." She winced again.
Bumlets let go of both her arms. "Where? Which one?"
Gabi rubbed her right wrist with her other hand momentarily. "This one," she answered quickly and struck him in the chin with her fist.
Staring at her with wide eyes, he couldn't believe he had fell for that trick. His jaw made him painfully aware of how hard this girl could hit. He grabbed her arms again, thrusting them back over her head. Anger and shock shone in his eyes.
Gabi was slightly afraid that he would hit her back, though he didn't seem at all the type to do such a thing. She stared up into his eyes, nearly drowning in them.
Bumlets gazed right back into her blue eyes. What was it about her that kept him so interested? After all he'd had this locket of hers for over a day. He should have given it back by now, but as she made no serious effort to tell the police, he made no serious effort to give it back to her.
"I… I'm sorry," she stuttered, uneasy by the silence.
Bumlets eyes grew soft, the anger, frustration, and shock dissipating, and turning into a need to be right beside her - to understand just why she fascinated him so. He leaned closer, his eyes piercing hers.
Her heart racing, Gabi's mind began to go blank. The way he gazed at her, those eyes never leaving hers – she had to know more. She made no attempt to stop him from moving closer, letting her eyes tell him that she wanted him there.
Slowly Bumlets eased his hands from her wrists. He used his fingers to move a few stands of hair away from her face, then leaned closer, his lips brushing over her own. He looked up into her eyes briefly, wondering if she would back off. Instead he felt her hands run through his hair. He settled his lips on hers once more, kissing Gabi deeply.
Gabi made no motion to stop. She didn't have time to dwell on any of her own doubts and fears and chose to toss them right out of her mind, kissing him back deeply.
As they were towards the edge of the roof, Bumlets swept Gabi up in his arms and carried her safely next to the warmth of the chimney, setting her down gently before his lips hungrily sought hers again. Once they were both resting against the floor of the roof, Bumlets took Gabi into his arms, breaking the kiss to look her in the eyes. He desperately searched for words to sum up what was going on inside him. There were so many things he wanted to ask – so many things he wanted to know.
Also tongue-tied, Gabi chose actions instead, trailing her fingers over the line of cheekbone, his lips, and his chin. Her eyes connected with his again and a smirk curled on her lips. "Thief," she whispered.
"And a good one too," Bumlets whispered back in agreement. "I stole you, didn't I?" He gently pushed the blonde curls from her face before leaning down and meeting her lips again. Soon the kiss became deeper, and while Gabi's hands wandered over Bumlets' back, his hands trailed over her face and neck.
Both parties wanted more, and they signaled each other through the depth of their kiss. Gabi's hands worked their way under his shirt, caressing the smooth skin of his chest while Bumlets pulled her on top of him, starving to have her as close as possible.
Gabi pulled back and took his hands in hers, leading them to her shirt. She left his fingers atop the buttons and smiled, leaving him to do the work. Once Bumlets completed his task, he tossed her shirt aside, and pulled her towards him, leaving all doubts aside as he forgot his surroundings – Gabi the only thing on his mind.