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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 3:02:10 GMT -5
She sat up, propping herself against the headboard and biting her lip. "So...so, I guess you probably wanna go now..." She really didn't want him to, but he looked annoyed.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 3:04:43 GMT -5
He ran a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. "No, I just... I'm angry at myself for being careless is all."
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 3:06:45 GMT -5
She reached over to brush her fingers along his cheek. "Mike...it's okay. I shoulda' realized...it's my fault, too. I just...all I could think about was you..." She blushed, giving him a slightly embarrassed smile.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 3:08:06 GMT -5
He looked over at her, worried. "The pill, it's really, really effective...right?"
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 3:11:47 GMT -5
She bit her lip. "Um...it's like 95% effective...or something..."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 3:14:28 GMT -5
"So, there's a 5% chance it won't work. That's great. Juuuust great." He sat up, leaning forward and raking his hand through his hair.
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 3:16:36 GMT -5
She sighed, finding his shirt and pulling it on. It wouldn't totally button over her chest. She moved to sit on her knees beside him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his shoulder. "Mike...it's okay..."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 3:22:22 GMT -5
"But it might not be," he replied, leaning into her. "You don't understand... I thought I got this girl pregnant last year after this stupid, drunken night. I knew her, still know her, but it scared the shit out of me."
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 3:25:20 GMT -5
She stiffened. So he made a habit of this? She let go of him, voice going casual as she got out of bed, pulling on her underwear. "It's fine. Whatever happens, I'll deal with it." She found her own shirt so she took off his, handing it back to him, before pulling on her tshirt.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 3:27:57 GMT -5
"No, Mags, wait," he said, scrambling off the bed and hastily putting his boxers on. "It was just that one time. It was completely out of character, I don't ever...not when I'm drunk." Was he making this better or digging himself deeper? He wasn't sure.
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 3:30:42 GMT -5
She turned to look at him. Her face was the picture of calm, but hurt flashed behind her eyes. She didn't trust herself to say anything, worried her voice would shake.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 3:32:48 GMT -5
He froze when he saw her expression. Then, his shoulders sagged and he let out a very heavy sigh. "Do you want me to go?"
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 3:35:28 GMT -5
She watched him, watched his face. Then felt like she'd just kicked a puppy. She sighed and pushed her hair back before crossing towards him. She slid her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his chest. He was so much taller than she was.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 26, 2011 3:37:39 GMT -5
He wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders, resting his chin atop her head. "I'm sorry." He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but he knew from having three sisters that it was best to say 'I'm sorry' whenever a girl was upset with you.
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Post by Script on Oct 26, 2011 3:40:39 GMT -5
((Last one for the night, I need sleep  Night!! <3)) She sighed, pressing her lips to his chest before resting her cheek against it again. "You don't have to be sorry, Mike. I'm being stupid. I can't expect you not to have slept with other girls, and I can't expect you not to have made mistakes." She held him tighter. "If anything, I'm sorry." |
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Night!! <3))