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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 20:57:12 GMT -5
She kept her eyes on him, licking her lips. She felt torn. She wanted to badly to go back to the kitchen, but she didn't think she could handle it if she burned another batch of brownies.
Or worse. What if she didn't burn them? What if they came out perfectly? Did that mean she was officially over Goblin? Because she didn't know if she could handle that either.
"How about hot chocolate instead? I can do hot chocolate."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 20:59:42 GMT -5
He let out a sigh, hanging his head momentarily before looking back up at her. "Yeah, hot chocolate'll do."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:02:29 GMT -5
She nodded and started to turn to go back inside, then stopped, turning to face him. She slid her hands up his chest to loop her arms around his neck, leaning up and pressing her lips to his gently. She liked the way he always tasted like a cigarettes and peppermint and something that was purely his own.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:08:42 GMT -5
He kissed her back for a few seconds before pulling away. He felt he needed to be extra cautious at the moment. "Come on, let's go inside," he said, the mist of his breath mingling with her.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:11:48 GMT -5
She nodded, biting her lip, but she didn't argue. She head back inside, letting out a sigh when the heat made her thaw out a bit. She led him into the kitchen, getting a pot and the makings for hot chocolate. "I like cinnamon in mine, is that okay?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:16:01 GMT -5
((Mmm, me too))
"Yeah, that's fine," he said, sitting on a stool and rubbing his hands together to warm himself up a bit.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:18:02 GMT -5
((Mhm!))
She chewed her lip, not speaking to him as she focused on melting the chocolate. This was a simple recipe, she couldn't possibly screw this up. She carefully added milk to the chocolate, stirring.
"Can you get a couple mugs. Somebody keeps putting them on the top shelf and I can't reach."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:20:49 GMT -5
He hopped off the stool and went over to the shelf, reaching up and grabbing two mugs. He set them down next to her, leaning over her a bit. He inhaled deeply, letting out a small hum of contentment. "Damn, that smells good already."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:23:11 GMT -5
She smiled, his appreciation making her happy. She turned to look up at him as she added cinnamon, mixing it in. She looked away because she blushed, not sure why.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:26:31 GMT -5
He blushed, too, so he spent the next few minutes watching himself twiddle his thumbs. It was very exciting.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:27:33 GMT -5
She turned off the stove, getting a ladle to fill their mugs. She add a cinnamon stick to each, sprinkling a little more cinnamon on top, then handed him his mug. "Here you go." She smiled at him as she blew over the rim of her own cup.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:31:55 GMT -5
It smelled so good, Skittery didn't take the time to let it cool. He sipped at it immediately. His tongue almost burned off, but he didn't care. "Holy shit, this tastes better than it smells."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:37:11 GMT -5
She blushed, smiling. "Well, good, 'cause I was a little worried there for a second." She laughed a little. "Wanna go drink this in the parlor? I miss the fireplace."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:39:28 GMT -5
He held his arm out, gesturing for her to lead the way. He plopped down on the sofa once they were in the parlor, bringing his mug to his lips and drinking some more. "What were you worried about?"
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:42:01 GMT -5
"About burning the chocolate or curdling the milk or something." She settled in beside him, pulling her legs up under her as she watched the fire crackle, sipping her cocoa. "I've been kind of a mess in the kitchen lately, I told you."
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