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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:44:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, but it turned out great, didn't it?" he pointed out, emphasizing his point by taking another sip and humming his approval.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:47:20 GMT -5
She glanced over at him, smiling. "Maybe you are good luck, after all."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:49:15 GMT -5
"Told ya," he said with a quick wink. He laughed at himself, turning his gaze to his hot chocolate, watching the steam swirl about.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 21:52:56 GMT -5
They sat there like that a while, just sitting in the warmth of the fire and sipping cocoa. When her mug was empty she set it on the coffee table, then moved closer to his side, leaning her head on his shoulder.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 21:58:03 GMT -5
Skittery sat staring into his empty mug for a while, not quite sure what to do. He finally tilted his head to lean against hers, his cheek pressing into her hair.
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 22:01:58 GMT -5
She smiled, comfortable against him. Skittery was sweet and he was cute, not to mention a good kisser. He was a good friend to have right now.
She moved to angle towards him, keeping her head on his shoulder but sliding her arms around his middle, cuddling against him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 22:04:37 GMT -5
He leaned back against the sofa cushion, taking her with him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You're gonna be okay, Script... You know that, right? Everything's gonna be okay."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 22:06:15 GMT -5
She leaned against him, liking how much taller he was than her. Being nestled against him made her feel safe. "I know, Skitts. I know." She would be okay. Eventually.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 22:11:15 GMT -5
He rubbed her arm gently, nuzzling her hair a bit. "It'll take a while, and you'll probably think you're fine... But then something will remind you that you're not. But... I'll be here if you ever...need someone to talk to."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 22:13:01 GMT -5
She tilted her head up enough to press her lips to his throat, whispering against his skin. "Thank you, Skitts. You don't even know how much that means to me."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 22:17:56 GMT -5
It felt like his skin was on fire, the hottest part being the spot on his throat where her lips were. He suddenly wanted to take a cold shower. "It's gettin' late... You tired?"
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 22:19:17 GMT -5
She hesitated, her mouth turning down and her eyes looking sad as she pulled away from him. "No. And you don't have to make excuses to leave, Skittery."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 22:21:57 GMT -5
"I--I'm not," he said, looking down at her with a confused expression. "I'm just tryin' to look out for ya, is all..."
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Post by Script on Nov 11, 2011 22:26:55 GMT -5
She met his eyes, bringing her hand up to brush her fingers against his cheek gently. "Then don't be so worried about wanting to touch me. I--I want you to..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 11, 2011 22:28:32 GMT -5
He silently took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingers.
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