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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,121 Views) | |
| Deleted User | January 30, 2012, 9:45 pm Post #451 |
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James has said himself that Castor wants to be a pro-athlete, so I thought I'd indulge him in his dream! Marcella is definitely playing the role of Daddy's little girl for James' sake--exactly. It might not last, but she is certainly trying the hardest. You're right, Castor doesn't give a shit, he just thinks Hannah's hot. I thought the children would appreciate Hannah dressed simply rather than all dressed up. They can't relate to a woman who dresses like that when their mother is a casual dresser. I love Fran too, even when she's frumpy. I like that James likes that, and that in real life, he didn't choose a girl like Hannah. This of course, gives my fictional James every reason to desire Hannah in her beautiful clothes. |
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| Deleted User | February 1, 2012, 5:34 pm Post #452 |
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I haven't forgotten about this girls--I've just been really busy. I have lots more that will be ready to go soon!
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| Nah Bruno | February 1, 2012, 8:41 pm Post #453 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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You can take all the time you want, it's so worth it!
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2012, 4:14 am Post #454 |
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The following evening, after our family trip to see the Christmas lights in the east bay, James had said goodnight to each of his children. Castor’s room was upstairs on the 3rd floor, and the girls’ bedrooms were side by side next to ours. I had heard Marcella’s happy laugh as he said goodnight. He was amped to have his children around, it brought out the absolute best in him. At last, James joined me, climbing happily into bed, still smiling from ear to ear. I had never seen him so jubilant. ‘I’ve never seen you full of so much positive energy before!’ I admired. His body pounced me instantly, supporting himself over me with his strong arms. ‘It’s so great having the kids here with us!’ he purred. He buried his face into my neck, kissing fast at my throat. I took his face in my hands observing his glorious smile, and we kissed over and over sharing hot breath. He was especially horny tonight, and there was no question I was going to enjoy letting him take control of my body. I stopped his urgent breath for a second. ‘Tell me, do the kids like me?’ I asked. ‘Have they said anything about me?’ We had been for a long drive east to Walnut Creek that night to see the Christmas lights. We had walked down the main street taking in the sparkling decorations in the darkness. I had allowed the kids privacy to chat happily with James, and now I was eager for feedback from him. ‘Yeah—I really think they do!’ he replied happily. He paused to think carefully about what to say next. ‘Marcella adores you, Castor hasn’t said anything different’ he explained. He paused with a frown on his face thinking of Cali’s reaction. ‘I think it’s possible though, that Cali will never accept you in my life’ he admitted. He hadn’t seen his daughter behave this way before, but he thought he knew why. She was nearly an adult herself, and she didn’t need another mother figure in her life, she needed her father. ‘I think she feels that she doesn’t need to like you—because college and leaving home are so close for her’ he explained. I agreed, but still I was sad she hadn’t entirely accepted me. ‘It’s your first thanksgiving tomorrow!’ he said changing the subject. I smiled broadly, I couldn’t wait to spend it with him and his family, who would one day be my own extended family. ‘I still want to tell them tomorrow, after dinner, that we’re engaged’ he admitted emotionally. His eyes watered happily as he confessed his feelings. I knew we couldn’t keep it a secret forever. I just hoped his children would accept our union—they were innocent bystanders in the fallout of their parents’ relationship. His mouth returned to nuzzling at my throat. I lay underneath him, deliciously subservient to his broad chest that dwarfed me. He leant in for a warm kiss, testing me with his hardening cock. I shuffled my pussy into his middle eagerly and he noticed how warm and ready I was for him already. ‘Were you playing with your pussy waiting for me?’ he purred into my ear. I made a naughty grin, he knew I had. ‘Oh Jesus—wait for me next time, you know I love to watch’ he groaned, disappointed he had missed out, although, he was only half-kidding. I knew he would love that I was ready for him to enter me straight away—I knew it would be exactly what he wanted tonight. He directed himself into me with one hand, and I felt the smooth, hard head of his penis slide into me with an easy moan. I let out a soft cry as he did. His own moans were deep and vocal. I thought of his children in the next room, hoping they couldn’t hear us. ‘James!’ I cried out, I couldn’t help myself. His body was slapping hard into mine with a frantic motion. His chest was urgent and strong, and he used all the positive energy that he had built up to take me in a fast rhythm. The bed bounced along with us from the pace we created. Sex with him tonight was as vigorous as it had been in a long while. He moaned openly in a loud happy shout as his hips took their first hard forward rush into me. There was no question now that his children would be hearing this. I knew he would come fully very soon, he was breathing hard and anticipating his own strong orgasm. ‘Oh God!’ he yelled, pre-empting himself. He made an urgent cry as his eyes closed—his hips slapping me hard as he came. I held the sides of his face with my hands, and his mouth turned to kiss my palm. ‘Oh God that was amazing!’ he breathed, still panting hard from his strong orgasm. He withdrew and lay next to me, his chest rising and falling hard like it did when he had finished his work out in the gym downstairs. He rolled over to kiss me goodnight before turning out the light above us. I lay awake long after he slept, listening to his snores that were well earned after a long day. I hadn’t been certain, but I had thought I had heard footsteps in the hallway and the faint sound of crying. I had hoped it was not one of his girls. I stood quietly from bed to check on Anthony, his cot was on the far side of our bedroom. Sometimes, he gurgled happily in his sleep, but he was sleeping quietly; the sound had not come from him. I turned to see that James was still sleeping lying on his back, making heavy snores. I slipped on my dressing gown and make for the door as quietly as I could. In the dark hallway, I saw the line of light from Cali’s bedroom that emitted from under her door, and heard more clearly the soft sound of her crying. I paused in the hallway not knowing whether to knock, or let her be. After she inhaled her sobs loudly I heard her sad voice—it appeared she was on the phone. I wasn’t sure what I was hearing. ‘I miss you!’ she sobbed. She paused while the caller spoke. ‘She’s so much younger than Dad, she’s a slut!’ Cali wailed. My mouth opened sadly, I was immediately ashamed that was what she thought of me. ‘Yeah, I told Dad about us’ Cali confirmed, their conversation had turned. It told me now she was speaking to her boyfriend. ‘I’ll see you in three days’ she promised romantically. I heard an electronic beep as their phone call ended. I backed out of the hallway afraid I might be caught, and to my relief, her bedroom light flicked off. |
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2012, 6:07 am Post #455 |
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The following morning, James had headed downstairs to the gym at 6am. He had left quietly, letting me sleep in after giving Anthony his 4am feed. I noticed that James had changed him again before he left: my son his was out of his pyjamas and standing waiting for me, holding onto the bars of his cot in his little blue corduroy dungarees. ‘Good morning!’ I spoke to him, lifting him into my arms. It was 7am and his little face was smiling and happy. ‘Shall we go and find your Dada?’ I asked him, and his face lit up at the word. ‘Dada!’ he grinned, waving his arms happily. ‘Alright!’ I said to him, I had long since accepted that he wouldn’t say ‘Mumma’ for a while. I carried him downstairs, to find Castor was already up, on the Playstation 3 on the large tv. Neither of the girls were yet out of bed. ‘Good morning Castor’ I said to him kindly. He turned his head briefly to see me, distracted by the game. His eyes offered me a brief warm smile. ‘Hi!’ he said eagerly, although his attention was already back to the screen. I walked through the lounge towards the garage where I knew James would be in the gym. I heard the sound of iron weights groaning and clunking and knew James was on the heavy gym equipment. I knocked and entered with Anthony in my arms, to see James lifting weights on his back. He sat forward with a smile and unplugged the white earpieces, and I heard the loud music they played to energise him. He smiled widely at Anthony, and we joined James for a morning greeting. ‘I’m nearly done!’ he panted. I noticed his biceps were bulging from the strain of lifting the heavy weights. ‘Just wanted to say good morning’ I grinned, looking at Anthony. He spoke on cue. ‘Dadaaa!’ he yelled happily. James kissed his little forehead lovingly. He offered me his second kiss. ‘I’ll get him some breakfast’ I said heading towards the kitchen. What do you fancy?’ I asked. He grinned at my English expression. ‘I fancy you!’ he joked in a bad English accent. I laughed into his mouth and he made another warm kiss. ‘Let me shower with you upstairs in ten minutes?’ he begged. I agreed. ‘I’ll make you the same breakfast as always!’ I winked. When I returned to the kitchen, I found Cali making herself breakfast. She averted her gaze from my eyes, but smiled warmly at Anthony in his high chair. ‘How old is he?’ she asked me finally. It was the first conversation she had initiated with me. ‘He’ll be turning one, in two weeks’ I smiled, happy she was interested. ‘So why does Dad have a tattoo of his name if he’s not his son?’ Cali asked directly, putting me on the spot. I knew the answer, but I wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. I proceed carefully. ‘Because your Dad sees him like a son’ I said simply. I knew it would be hard for her to accept, but the facts went a little further: James was the only father figure he knew, James really was his father. Her face was gravely accepting. I still felt badly to have overheard Cali’s conversation last night with her boyfriend Antonio. There was an awkward silence before she spoke bitterly. ‘I know that you’re the woman my Dad was having an affair with all that time, when he and Mom were still together’ she said angrily. It was clear she blamed me in part for their divorce. I hung my head sadly, I couldn’t deny it. Instead, I weakly changed the subject. ‘Do you want cereal?’ I asked, taking a square box from the cupboard. She shook her head tersely. I took three bowls from the cupboard, one for James, one for myself and one for Castor. ‘Castor? Do you want cereal?’ I called out politely, I knew he was still distracted by the Playstation and didn’t reply. ‘He won’t eat it, so don’t bother’ Cali explained rudely as she left the breakfast bar, stomping up the stairs in a foul mood. ‘Castor? Breakfast!’ James growled at his son ignoring my voice. I had not noticed James behind me, he had finished his workout and now had a towel around his neck. Castor jumped in surprise, turning off the tv and joining us in the kitchen. ‘Hannah’s made you cereal’ he commanded, sliding the bowl across the bench. James produced a spoon from the drawer and Castor did as he was told, eating with a warm grin on his face. I couldn’t think why, until James raised the thin singlet strap that had slid down my arm back to my shoulder. James had finished his bowl already. ‘Thanksgiving Day parade in town is at 12’ James explained, ‘so we should get the kids ready by 10.30am’ I nodded. ‘I think we’ll swing by Lars and Connie’s place on the way back’ he said. ‘I need to talk to Lars about some band stuff’. I didn’t argue. ‘Alright’ I smiled, I kissed him softly, forgetting Castor’s presence. His warm hands slid to my waist, enjoying the moment. ‘Dad!’ Castor complained in jest. James blushed, breaking from our kiss. ‘I’m going to shower’ James implied our previous agreement with his eyes. I nodded, I knew he wanted me to join him. I lifted Anthony from his high chair and the three of us returned upstairs. Marcella had not yet emerged from her room, but loud music now came from Cali’s room next door. James knocked on Marcella’s door gently. ‘Sweetheart? Have you had breakfast?’ he opened to the door to find her sitting at her desk, her face an inch from the screen typing fast to her friends online. ‘Hi Dad—yeah I ate already’ she pointed to her empty plate beside the screen. ‘Alright’ James smiled, backing out of the room. He led me by the hand to our bedroom. He turned to me with a warm kiss. ‘Happy Thanksgiving’ he breathed eagerly. |
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| Auluna Raie | February 2, 2012, 6:22 am Post #456 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Am I the only one who thinks Cali needs a good slap? |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | February 2, 2012, 6:38 am Post #457 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Meybe not a slap but something should be done with her She is old enough to understand.
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| Nah Bruno | February 2, 2012, 1:51 pm Post #458 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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A slap can do wonders sometimes She has the right to hate Hannah, I mean, she knows her Dad cheated with her. But she needs to keep that to herself... Maybe she takes after James' personality But I think she was crying during the night because she probably heard James and Hannah, you know,
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2012, 4:25 pm Post #459 |
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Yeah--they both should've thought that the kids would be able to hear them having noisy sex. I am writing Cali from the point of view I had when my parent's divorced when I was 10. I was very mad at my dad's new partner, whom I blamed on their divorce. But of course there was more to it than that, but children don't see it that way. In my mind, Cali has every right to be pissed at Hannah. |
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2012, 4:28 pm Post #460 |
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She is old enough to understand that her dad was screwing another woman while he was still with her mom. That's why she's mad. Perhaps because the other two are younger, they don't think of it quite the same way. P.S SKOM your new icon makes me neaseous!
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | February 2, 2012, 5:14 pm Post #461 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Still her dad is happy, she should at leats try to know her PS
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2012, 5:18 pm Post #462 |
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She's a teenager. She is not rational with her emotions, nor does she give a shit about Hannah. I will post more of their thanksgiving day very soon which will shed some more light on all this... |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | February 2, 2012, 5:21 pm Post #463 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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*waits*
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| Voxx | February 2, 2012, 6:33 pm Post #464 |
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Just caught up! I'm so busy, I really shouldn't be on the forum, but I did read and I did want to comment in defense of Cali! The poor girl. She is old enough to realize that this is the woman who ruined (or had a part) in ruining her parents marriage. It's hard to be happy for someone (her father) when their happiness comes at the expense of someone else you love, i.e. her mother. Not to mention, James and Hannah being together or solidifies the fact that her family will never be "whole" (so to speak) again. I think as the oldest, she probably feels like she will be betraying her mother if she allows herself to like Hannah. And as James mentioned, she is 17. She's not looking for a mother figure. She is going to be a legal adult in a year. So I dunno, I feel for her. She could be a little less rude, but at the same time, I understand why she is acting the way she is. And I think it would be out of bounds for James to really say anything to her. Because really, let's face it. What she said to Hannah about knowing how she is the woman that her father had a long affair with when he was married to her mother, isn't a lie. Hannah was being naive if she thought she wouldn't have to deal with those sorts of statements. I think things will get even uglier when Cali finds out about Hannah's past. Gosh, I won't be able to read until Monday. I think I might just die from not knowing what happens
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2012, 6:40 pm Post #465 |
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Yes, everything you say about Cali is right. She is completely unable to support Hannah because this would feel like she is betraying her mother. Hannah didn't really expect her to come out and say it like that: I know you were the other woman, and I blame you for ruining my parent's marriage. It certainly feels that way to children, but it's not the only thing that destroys a marriage. Hannah's past is.....not far from the surface I'm afraid. Sorry you wont be able to read all weekend, I will be updating lots! Hope to see you again soon!
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The poor woman. Though, it kind of makes me love her even more because she's the wife (in your story ex-wife) of a huge rock star and is seen by thousands and she really just doesn't care. She's like whatever, I'm going to wear these tacky, ugly short that come up past my belly button and I don't really care what you think. They're comfy. 



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She is old enough to understand.
Maybe she takes after James' personality

8:42 PM Jul 10