Re: Cross Over (1/2)teaandhoneyApril 23 2012, 20:40:01 UTC
As he grew older Christopher Robin ran into a problem.
It was okay when you were little but believing in talking animals was something you were teased about by your classmates. And it even became less cute to adults for a boy to believe in a magical forest around the time he became a teenager. Before really, if the looks his mother gave him were any indication (the over-careful suggestions that if he ever needed to talk to anyone. You know, dear - a professional. It was alright. There was nothing wrong with that).
So, Christopher learned not to tell anyone about how funny Pooh could be or how much he delighted in seeing Eeyore - no matter how pessimistic the tail-less donkey was.
The one time he told someone was his first girlfriend. Chrisptopher had thought he was in love with her so he felt he should tell her everything, including this. He had held her hand and looked her in the eye and explained to her about the entire Hundred Acre Woods and all of its inhabitants
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Re: Cross Over (2/2)teaandhoneyApril 23 2012, 20:40:57 UTC
Christopher was surprised though by her climbing on his lap - the crinkle of the starched fabric of her petticoat and the flash of her white stockings (he had been having dreams about those stockings). He was surprised by the way her hands pulled his shirt, almost desperately, from his pants before attacking the buckle and dipping inside.
“We never have to forget our wonderlands Christopher Robin. We never have to grow up,” she said her impossibly big eyes almost feverish. Her words somewhat paradoxical with the steady motion of her hand and the frenetic motion of her hips rocking against his thigh.
He moaned clutching her tighter to him and whispering in her ear, “Yes. Yes; we’ll always be like this. Always believe. I’ll take you to the Hundred Acre Woods,” he promised wildly making her hips stutter against him as she let out a sound between a gasp and a whine that had him bucking into her hand.
Oh. He wanted her to make that sound again and again
( ... )
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It was okay when you were little but believing in talking animals was something you were teased about by your classmates. And it even became less cute to adults for a boy to believe in a magical forest around the time he became a teenager. Before really, if the looks his mother gave him were any indication (the over-careful suggestions that if he ever needed to talk to anyone. You know, dear - a professional. It was alright. There was nothing wrong with that).
So, Christopher learned not to tell anyone about how funny Pooh could be or how much he delighted in seeing Eeyore - no matter how pessimistic the tail-less donkey was.
The one time he told someone was his first girlfriend. Chrisptopher had thought he was in love with her so he felt he should tell her everything, including this. He had held her hand and looked her in the eye and explained to her about the entire Hundred Acre Woods and all of its inhabitants ( ... )
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“We never have to forget our wonderlands Christopher Robin. We never have to grow up,” she said her impossibly big eyes almost feverish. Her words somewhat paradoxical with the steady motion of her hand and the frenetic motion of her hips rocking against his thigh.
He moaned clutching her tighter to him and whispering in her ear, “Yes. Yes; we’ll always be like this. Always believe. I’ll take you to the Hundred Acre Woods,” he promised wildly making her hips stutter against him as she let out a sound between a gasp and a whine that had him bucking into her hand.
Oh. He wanted her to make that sound again and again ( ... )
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