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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 18:39:58 GMT -5
"Of course I do," he replied, as if it were completely obvious. Which it should've been.
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 18:44:29 GMT -5
She smiled. "I don't think anyone's ever called me that before." Sebastian had called her beautiful, gorgeous...but never sexy.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 18:48:18 GMT -5
That was impossible. He sat up more, obviously looking her up and down. "Mags, I mean...come on! All those curves and that hair and those lips...Damn it, you're fucking sexy."
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 18:50:08 GMT -5
She blushed, but smiled even as she bit her lip. "You...you really like it? My body, I mean..." She only ever liked it sometimes.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 18:57:11 GMT -5
He nodded, waggling his eyebrows. "Some of the girls in the house, they're so skinny. It's like you're holding a bag of bones."
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 19:09:31 GMT -5
She blushed, laughing a little. "That's not like me."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 19:11:50 GMT -5
"No," he replied, his hand splayed out across her thigh. "And that's the way I like it," he said he nuzzled her neck, nipping and tickling her skin.
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 19:12:59 GMT -5
She giggled again as he tickled her, arms wrapping around his shoulders. "You're amazing. I know I keep saying that, but you are."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 19:24:03 GMT -5
"Well, you're amazing to even think I'm amazing." He kissed her neck, then her jaw. Then he rolled off her, though he practically had to force himself, too. "Gettin' kinda late..."
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 19:29:38 GMT -5
She nodded, rolling over to lay against him. "Can we stay here tonight? Together?" She didn't want to leave him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 19:32:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, of course," he replied, putting an arm around her shoulders. With his other arm, he reached over to the plate of brownies and got one for each of them.
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 20:36:31 GMT -5
She smiled, taking the brownie and munching. With it came an onlaught of memories and emotions, the biggest one being guilt. She focused on the brownie so it wouldn't show on her face.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 20:44:54 GMT -5
Skittery enjoyed his brownie immensely, completely unaware of Maggie's discomfort. He let out a hum of satisfaction as he chewed on the last bite. He wiped the crumbs off his hands before sitting up and reaching for their clothes.
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 21:46:10 GMT -5
She swallowed down her feelings, reaching for his shirt because she didn't want to sleep in her dress. It was long enough, though she only managed to button it halfway up her chest. He could sleep shirtless. She'd rather enjoy that.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 21:48:43 GMT -5
He tugged his shorts on, then laid back down, grabbing a nearby pillow and resting his head on one half, leaving room for her.
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