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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 23:41:16 GMT -5
He placed his chin atop her head, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. "Mm, very nice. Snow is pretty to look at, but I'm not a huge fan of playing in it."
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 23:48:10 GMT -5
She laughed. "Well, we don't have to play in it." She sighed. "I wish we had a bed. I'd want to stay in it with you all day."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 23:50:46 GMT -5
"I could bring a couple spare mattresses up..." he suggested, watching as a few street urchins started a snowball fight.
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Post by Script on Nov 16, 2011 23:51:57 GMT -5
She laughed, snuggling back against him. "It'd be too obvious. And anyway, other people would use them." She scrunched her nose, making a face.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 16, 2011 23:59:22 GMT -5
"Nah, I'll take 'em back down when the day is over. No one will ever know." Didn't he wish that were true?
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 0:01:23 GMT -5
She turned in his arms to face him, arms sliding around his middle, face tilted up at him. "You know they will. They also would have noticed neither of us in the bunkrooms last night..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 8:52:03 GMT -5
He stared down at her, then nodded a very small nod. He wanted to know how she felt about that.
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 11:37:57 GMT -5
She sighed, pressing her cheek to his bare chest. "I don't like being gossiped about."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 11:51:23 GMT -5
He sighed, holding her tightly against him. "Just ignore them. If they have nothing better to talk about, then that's their own fault."
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 11:53:30 GMT -5
She smirked a little, holding him, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I guess I'm just not used to my life being interesting enough to talk about."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 11:59:44 GMT -5
Skittery chuckled to himself, rubbing her back. "It's not that big of a deal, really," he assured her.
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 12:02:47 GMT -5
She held him a little tighter. She loved the way it felt to be held by him, to hold him back. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess not."
((Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower, but I'll be back))
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 12:04:42 GMT -5
((okay!))
"Come on, let's get dressed and go take a walk in the snow for about five minutes. Because that's how long it takes to get too cold and wanna go back inside," he said with a laugh.
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Post by Script on Nov 17, 2011 12:50:18 GMT -5
She laughed, kissing him. "You got it. We'll have hot chocolate afterwards." She reluctantly moved away from him to take off his shirt, letting it slip off her shoulders.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 17, 2011 12:52:58 GMT -5
He looked at her appreciatively as he took his shirt from her and put it on. Damn. How had he never noticed her before?
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