Pleban Girls Party - lovin' the guys with the pale blue eyes

[Sad_Girl]

 

[jobob]

I want more chapters of the latest book of Christine. Just when that story was getting really good, she writes more Diaries.

Not that I don't like diaries. It's my favorite fanfic besides Effy's and SG's stories.

 

[Gluey]

TEMPERATURE SPIKE! TEMPERATURE SPIKE!!!

 

[love2bmama]

Gluey

just when you were starting to feel better!

 

[Gluey]

I want more chapters of the latest book of Christine. Just when that story was getting really good, she writes more Diaries.

Not that I don't like diaries. It's my favorite fanfic besides Effy's and SG's stories.

Yeah they're all really good aren't they! I think I'm doubly hooked on the diaries now that we are so close to the end......and it's been going so long.....

 

[jobob]

That is the Funniest. Bono. Photo. Ever.

Talk about being caught with your pants down.

 

[Gluey]

Gluey

just when you were starting to feel better!

I know I've been in bed most of the day, I come out every now and then to see what everyone has been up to....my head feels like it's going to explode...

 

[love2bmama]

Yeah they're all really good aren't they! I think I'm doubly hooked on the diaries now that we are so close to the end......and it's been going so long.....

don't say that, I think she's going to keep Diaries around for a while longer...with any luck we'll still be reading about Julie's adventures with JT u2 well into our retirement

 

[Sad_Girl]

Your thoughts are a million miles away as you make your way down the hall and around the corner, when you’re jolted back to reality as you crash into him, knocking him back a step and nearly falling flat yourself.

He immediately wraps a thick arm around your waist and you’re pulled forward, slamming against him again. The length of your body pressed against his solid, warm, male body. As you find your balance, you look up into his beautiful blue eyes and he smiles down at you. A cocky grin, really, more than anything. He reaches up with one hand and brushes the hair from your face, his rough fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your cheek and sending a chill through you.

“Eager, are you?” He asks in his lilting Irish tone, his fingers sweeping down from your cheek to trace the line of your lower lip, making it tremble. Before you can respond to your instinctual desire to run your tongue over it, to soothe the tickle, his lips are there. His soft, firm lips gently sucking on your lower lip, his tongue tracing the same line his finger had. A moan escapes your throat without warning, your body flushing with heat. Your eyes flutter shut and.you melt against his body, your knees weak.

He chuckles against your mouth, one hand sliding up into your hair, the other slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back. You wrap a hand around the back of his neck and run your fingernails through his soft hair, loving the way it feels. Your other hand slides up his half exposed chest, slipping under the leather vest and brushing against his firm chest, feel his heart beating against your palm as he completes the kiss, his mouth meeting yours firmly. His tongue slides slowly and languishingly between your lips at such a teasing pace it sets your whole body to trembling.

You instinctively tighten your grasp, your fingernails biting into his skin slightly. He growls against your mouth, delving deep and hard, taking away any ability you had left to breathe or think. His grip tightens and his hand slips down, dipping just below the waistline teasingly, his other hand working on the top buttons of your shirt. The rush of cool air against newly exposed flesh shocks you back to your senses.

“We’re in the hallway…” you gasp, pulling hesitantly from his kiss, his hot, wet mouth sliding down the side of your throat tantalizingly, his hand slipping into the opening he just created to graze against you in a way that makes you want to forget where you are. Want to forget everything.

“Let’s go into my room then.” He suggests, and you know this is the pint of no return. He pulls back to look into your eyes, his full of desire. You smile and lean up kissing the dimple in his chin and the scar there, kissing his lips softly and whispering against them…

 

[love2bmama]

well, gluey, I'm not sick but I'm , so we'll just have to lean on each other, k?

I think I know something that might help....

 

[Gluey]

don't say that, I think she's going to keep Diaries around for a while longer...with any luck we'll still be reading about Julie's adventures with JT u2 well into our retirement

I didn't say that...the fever did it............isn't it 'fantabulous' how she said there was only one chapter to go, yet she keeps pumping more out!!! I doubt I would EVER tire of reading about Bono & Julie......it's the ultimate romance story - strong hunky man rescues girl.......

 

[mysterious_jen]

what is with him pretending to undo his pants.... just teasing us ... bugger.

 

[love2bmama]

omg, Sad_Girl just killed me dead.

 

[Gluey]

Your thoughts are a million miles away as you make your way down the hall and around the corner, when you’re jolted back to reality as you crash into him, knocking him back a step and nearly falling flat yourself.

He immediately wraps a thick arm around your waist and you’re pulled forward, slamming against him again. The length of your body pressed against his solid, warm, male body. As you find your balance, you look up into his beautiful blue eyes and he smiles down at you. A cocky grin, really, more than anything. He reaches up with one hand and brushes the hair from your face, his rough fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your cheek and sending a chill through you.

“Eager, are you?” He asks in his lilting Irish tone, his fingers sweeping down from your cheek to trace the line of your lower lip, making it tremble. Before you can respond to your instinctual desire to run your tongue over it, to soothe the tickle, his lips are there. His soft, firm lips gently sucking on your lower lip, his tongue tracing the same line his finger had. A moan escapes your throat without warning, your body flushing with heat. Your eyes flutter shut and.you melt against his body, your knees weak.

He chuckles against your mouth, one hand sliding up into your hair, the other slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back. You wrap a hand around the back of his neck and run your fingernails through his soft hair, loving the way it feels. Your other hand slides up his half exposed chest, slipping under the leather vest and brushing against his firm chest, feel his heart beating against your palm as he completes the kiss, his mouth meeting yours firmly. His tongue slides slowly and languishingly between your lips at such a teasing pace it sets your whole body to trembling.

You instinctively tighten your grasp, your fingernails biting into his skin slightly. He growls against your mouth, delving deep and hard, taking away any ability you had left to breathe or think. His grip tightens and his hand slips down, dipping just below the waistline teasingly, his other hand working on the top buttons of your shirt. The rush of cool air against newly exposed flesh shocks you back to your senses.

“We’re in the hallway…” you gasp, pulling hesitantly from his kiss, his hot, wet mouth sliding down the side of your throat tantalizingly, his hand slipping into the opening he just created to graze against you in a way that makes you want to forget where you are. Want to forget everything.

“Let’s go into my room then.” He suggests, and you know this is the pint of no return. He pulls back to look into your eyes, his full of desire. You smile and lean up kissing the dimple in his chin and the scar there, kissing his lips softly and whispering against them…

Feel free to do that ANY time.........

 

[U2MaNaIcWeIdO]

Your thoughts are a million miles away as you make your way down the hall and around the corner, when you’re jolted back to reality as you crash into him, knocking him back a step and nearly falling flat yourself.

He immediately wraps a thick arm around your waist and you’re pulled forward, slamming against him again. The length of your body pressed against his solid, warm, male body. As you find your balance, you look up into his beautiful blue eyes and he smiles down at you. A cocky grin, really, more than anything. He reaches up with one hand and brushes the hair from your face, his rough fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your cheek and sending a chill through you.

“Eager, are you?” He asks in his lilting Irish tone, his fingers sweeping down from your cheek to trace the line of your lower lip, making it tremble. Before you can respond to your instinctual desire to run your tongue over it, to soothe the tickle, his lips are there. His soft, firm lips gently sucking on your lower lip, his tongue tracing the same line his finger had. A moan escapes your throat without warning, your body flushing with heat. Your eyes flutter shut and.you melt against his body, your knees weak.

He chuckles against your mouth, one hand sliding up into your hair, the other slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back. You wrap a hand around the back of his neck and run your fingernails through his soft hair, loving the way it feels. Your other hand slides up his half exposed chest, slipping under the leather vest and brushing against his firm chest, feel his heart beating against your palm as he completes the kiss, his mouth meeting yours firmly. His tongue slides slowly and languishingly between your lips at such a teasing pace it sets your whole body to trembling.

You instinctively tighten your grasp, your fingernails biting into his skin slightly. He growls against your mouth, delving deep and hard, taking away any ability you had left to breathe or think. His grip tightens and his hand slips down, dipping just below the waistline teasingly, his other hand working on the top buttons of your shirt. The rush of cool air against newly exposed flesh shocks you back to your senses.

“We’re in the hallway…” you gasp, pulling hesitantly from his kiss, his hot, wet mouth sliding down the side of your throat tantalizingly, his hand slipping into the opening he just created to graze against you in a way that makes you want to forget where you are. Want to forget everything.

“Let’s go into my room then.” He suggests, and you know this is the pint of no return. He pulls back to look into your eyes, his full of desire. You smile and lean up kissing the dimple in his chin and the scar there, kissing his lips softly and whispering against them…

 

[love2bmama]

I didn't say that...the fever did it............isn't it 'fantabulous' how she said there was only one chapter to go, yet she keeps pumping more out!!! I doubt I would EVER tire of reading about Bono & Julie......it's the ultimate romance story - strong hunky man rescues girl.......

I love how it just keeps getting dragged out (drug out? whatever). YDW doesn't want to end it, and that's a-ok by me!
It is the perfect Bono-as-knight-in-shining-armor story, isn't it? Although she seems to manage to find ways to be rescued by the other boys too, every now and again.

 

[Gluey]

ooops need new thread...now......

 

[Sad_Girl]

“I think I’ve been conned.” He says, smiling coyly at you as he watches the last of your pool balls roll into the pocket. You smile back and wonder if it’s really him conning you, letting you win.

“We had a bet.” He continues, moving closer until he stands so close you have to tilt your head to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Name your prize.” Your heart skips a beat as he whispers this in your ear, his Irish accent more roguish than usual, his whiskey burned voice even more coarse. You draw a breath to try and steady yourself, goosebumps appearing along your arms and neck as you anticipate his touch. His breath is hot against your ear, your nose is filled with his masculine scent and your eyes drift shut as you take it all in. You lick your lips and lean in, nuzzling his neck with your nose and mouth, and you reply,

“You.” You feel every muscle in his body tense, hear his breathing pick up pace as you tentatively taste the salty skin of his neck, tracing a line up to his earlobe and closing your lips over the earring playfully.

“Me?” He asks, his voice a throaty growl now, urging you to continue. You slide your hands up his chest and start slipping buttons free of their holes. He shudders when you slip a hand beneath the fabric of his shirt and over the expanse of coarse hair on his bare chest.

“I want you.” You tell him, feeling bolder by the second, continuing to nibble and kiss his neck and ear until he takes you firmly by the shoulders and guides you up against the pool table. You look up in surprise, into those eyes, those unbelievable blue eye which are dark with desire. He smiles wickedly and you’re sure now that this was exactly what he had in mind all along. His mouth closes over yours in a kiss full of passion and need. Soft, sweet lips and firm, aggressive tongue moving against your mouth as his hands cup your thighs and boost you up onto the table.

You’ve barely caught your breath from the first kiss as you slide back toward the center of the table and he crawls after you predatorily. When he catches you though, it’s not your mouth he claims, nor even your neck. He pins your wrists down against the green felt and with his mouth he lifts the hem of your shirt to expose the tender flesh of your belly. He kisses down along this exposed skin, tongue dipping into your belly button teasingly, and then lingers just above the waistline of your pants, his hot breath tantalizingly arousing the skin just above and below the button. You squirm instinctively under him and he smiles at you, sliding further up until the length of your bodies are pressed together and his lips hover just over yours again. You gasp for breath and lean toward him, wanting his kiss more than ever before but he teases you, making you wait until you feel like you’ll die if his lips don’t touch you again right now!

Finally he releases your wrists and his hands slide up into your hair, grabbing handfuls of it as he meets your mouth forcefully, taking your breath away, as well as all logical thought….

 

[Sad_Girl]

new thread

 

[love2bmama]

ooops need new thread...now......

um, yeah, it's getting a little wet in here.



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