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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:28:05 GMT -5
Michael's mouth fell open. "What?! That's just not fair!" he cried, unable to keep a laugh from escaping as he spoke.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:30:40 GMT -5
She let out a giggle, nipping at his finger tip one last time before dropping his hand as their food arrived. She took a bite of her french toast, and her eyes closed, a moan of contentment escaping as she entered breakfast food ectasy.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:36:09 GMT -5
Michael shifted uncomfortably as she made that noise. He tried to shake it off, however, and took a sip of his coffee before diving into his pancakes.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:38:02 GMT -5
"This," she gestured down at her food with her fork. "Is fucking amazing." She grinned at him. "You did good, sir. You did good."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:39:46 GMT -5
He smiled over at her, though his insides were still busy doing flips. "Told ya, didn't I?" he chuckled to himself, shoveling more pancake into his mouth.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:43:09 GMT -5
She smiled back at him. They ate in silence for a while, but when she was full, she sat back in her seat and gently bumped her foot against his ankle. Her eyes were on him, but completely innocent.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:45:55 GMT -5
He nudged her foot back, the slightest smirk playing at his lips as he took the last bite of his pancakes. Then, when he had finished his coffee, "Consider yourself properly thanked."
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:47:19 GMT -5
She smiled back at him, blinking innocently. "Oh, we'll see about that." She slid out of the booth and headed to the door, leaving him to pay the bill.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:53:26 GMT -5
After sitting there, staring at her retreating form for a few seconds, a very sly smirk appeared on his lips. He threw down a twenty and followed her, almost tripping over himself as he scrambled to catch up.
"What, uh, exactly does that mean, hmm?" he asked, somewhat breathless, as he finally joined her on the sidewalk.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:56:18 GMT -5
She glanced over at him, smirking, then took hold of his hand. "Who knows. Come on. Let's go back to my room and watch a movie or something." She linked her fingers with his as they walked the distance back to he dorm.
((Ugh, I am falling asleep, but I'll be back in the morning. Night!!))
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 3:01:31 GMT -5
Michael smiled to himself, watching their feet before glancing up at her. This girl was something else.
When they arrived back at her dorm, he looked around awkwardly. "Hey, um...do you mind if I take a shower...?" he asked, blushing a bit. He realized now how disgusting he felt, and he didn't want to cuddle with her (or potentially make out with her) if he was this rank.
((Okay! Good night! Maybe we'll play more "Name That Song," haha))
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 12:03:57 GMT -5
She led him back to her room, and her bathroom. "Yeah, sure. The only shampoo I have smells like coconuts. Hope that's ok." She smirked at him, getting him a towel. It was pink.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 12:17:09 GMT -5
Michael just nodded, taking the towel silently and going into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He was pretty sure his cheeks matched the shade of the towel.
Ten minutes later, he came out smelling like a mixture of coconuts and raspberries - he'd used her soap, too. He changed back into his clothes, gave his head a shake, and re-joined her back in the living area.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 12:22:26 GMT -5
Maggie was sitting on the couch, legs pulled up under her, flipping channels idly. "You just missed my roommates, lucky you. They left for the day, went into the city or something." She looked up at him, and her stomach flipped at the sight of him. He hadn't done his shirt buttons up all the way. Oh, boy.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 12:26:42 GMT -5
He plopped down next to her, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. "Why am I lucky? Are they bitches?" It always confused the shit out of him how much drama there could be in the girls' dorms.
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