Post by izabel on Oct 1, 2012 22:07:28 GMT -6
my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] - Izabel was bent over. No, not in the way you think, you dirty minded people. She was in yoga class. She shifted her hands slightly, she barely weighted a thing, and downward facing dog irritated her wrists. Grumbling under her breath, she let herself roll up in the way the teacher commanded. Moving very slowly, one vertebra at a time until she was standing upright. The class was told to sit down, cross-legged. This was the end of class. While the other students stood up, she stretched her legs out, laying her torso on her outstretched legs as she touched her toes. The one thing Izzy adored about yoga, it relaxed her insanely so. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Had ten minutes to get to her Poetry class. She climbed up to her feet and stepped behind the barrier erected in the corner of the room for students who wished to change faster than having to dash to the locker room Quickly she pulled off her tank top she was wearing and replaced it with a bustier top. Slipping out of her yoga pants, she shimmied her way into her pink skinny jeans and pulled the cardigan over her shoulders. Stuffing her spare clothing into her bag, she rushed out the door and off to poetry class. She stumbled slightly as she rushed to her class. She was wearing heels for the first time in forever. Maybe her feet weren't used to it. She probably should have started low, but noooooo. She stared with heels that were at least four inches, if not five. And that's without the platform. She slowed down slightly so she didn’t face plant onto the ground. She spotted Chandler in the halls, but was pressed for time and just waved. They had class at the end of the day together. She'd see him then. She missed her lovely friend who was more than a friend. No, they weren't lovers, they were friends with benefits, being the sex addicts that they were, what they had worked great for them. She slid into her seat just as the bell rang. Izabel sat through fifty-five minutes of poetry, dutifully taking notes and doing the class work. She twirled her hair as she started to get bored. She was ready to bail. She was done with classes for the day, even though she still had a class left. . She just wanted to relax. Talk, sleep, cuddle, and fuck if it got to that. The minute the bell rang, Izabell rushed the door after grabbing the assignment from the teacher. Stuffing it into her bag. She hummed happily as she spotted Chandler. "CHANDLER!!!!" she kicked off her heels and bounced over to him, heels in hands. "Lets skip. I need to get the fuck outta here before I go haywire" she bounces in place for a few minutes, debating on where they could go. "C'monnnn. Before the teachers find us" she giggled as she pulled him along. They ran down the halls, Izabel's laughter ringing through the busy halls. She pushed open the doors to 'freedom' "To the woods my darling friend!" she chirped happily as she skipped ahead of Chandler, before turing around. Giving him a flirty smile, she pulled off her cardigan. "C'mon Chandler. Catch me if you can!" she winked and took off towards the woods. She could hear his footfalls behind her, it just pushed her to move faster and faster until she could run no more. She stopped a bit always from the school property and leaned against a rock. "Jeez, that was fun." she paused, chest heaving. "So. How are ya doin'?" she asked, parking her ass on the ground in front of the rock, leaning against him in a way that was for comfort and need for some kinds of physical contact. |
tagged: Chandler | outfit: hereee | notes: silly girl is silly xD
credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.