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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 13:04:09 GMT -5
She lifted a shoulder in a shrug, kissing along his neck, kneading her fingers into his muscles. "So, I'll come over when ya want me to. When you want me."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 14, 2011 13:10:20 GMT -5
"Really? Never thought you the type to be at my beck and call," Jimmy gripped one of her hands in his and then turned to face her.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 13:13:22 GMT -5
She shrugged, meeting his eyes. "I like you, Jimmy. And I owe ya one."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 14, 2011 13:14:30 GMT -5
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked her and raised a brow. "Don't pretend you wanna fuck me just because I saved your life. I didn't only do it for you."
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 13:16:58 GMT -5
She frowned at him. "That's not why, Jimmy. Jesus." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I wanna fuck you 'cause I want to. I told you. I like you. I just don't wanna be here all the time, 'cause I want us to keep on liking each other."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 14, 2011 13:31:31 GMT -5
"The way you made it sound was like you had some sort of debt to work off. It don't go that way, Gyps. I don't look at it that way. We spend time together when and cause we want to." He kissed her cheek and then got up from the couch. He pulled on his pants. "If it don't work out, ain't no skin off my back."
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 13:33:40 GMT -5
Deep down, maybe she did feel like she had a debt to pay. But she wasn't going to tell him that.
"Alright. So can I stay tonight?" She sat on the couch, legs curled up under her, eyes on him.
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 14, 2011 14:13:03 GMT -5
"Yeah." He said and then lit up a smoke. He took a long drag and curled it up in his hand. "You hungry?"
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 14:14:15 GMT -5
She nodded. "Yeah, I could eat. I, uh...need some clothes, though. Can't exactly go out in just your shirt." She smirked at him.
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 14, 2011 14:38:52 GMT -5
Jimmy raised an eyebrow at her, "I was gonna throw some stuff in a pan and just fry it up. Super easy..." He grinned, "You think I can't feed myself?" He took another drag of his cigarette.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 14:41:05 GMT -5
She arched a brow, looking amused. "Actually, I'm shocked as hell you know how to cook. Most guys can barely boil an egg." She got up, moving over to him, sliding her arms around his middle and tilting her chin up at him. "Want me to do anything?"
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 14, 2011 15:03:08 GMT -5
"You can cook?" He was almost as shocked as she was. "Well, I had to learn if I wanted to ya know...eat." He kissed her forehead. "You can cut up some of those potatoes over there." He said. He finished off his cigarette and then began to chop up veggies.
"Everything I make takes two minutes...usually a bunch of shit tossed in together."
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 15:07:54 GMT -5
"They make you learn in the Refuge. And I'm French." She smirked. "C'est dans le sang. It's in the blood." She moved to the potatoes, cutting them into chunks. "And good, 'cause I don't wanna wait."
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Post by jimmyconnelly on Nov 14, 2011 15:10:30 GMT -5
"Well I'm Irish, so I know how to make anything outta potatoes. You want 'em mashed, fried, stewed, baked or broiled, I can do it. We're frying 'em." He smiled at her.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 15:12:52 GMT -5
She actually laughed, feeling more at ease with him, bringing him the cut up potatoes. "Anything fried is automatically better."
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