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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 22:23:59 GMT -5
"Why not? Seemed nice enough..." He didn't care if she threw a plate at his head. He wanted her to admit she was jealous. Was that douchey of him?
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 22:26:31 GMT -5
Her eyes flashed and her jaw tightened as she gripped the sink. She took a breath, trying to calm herself. "I didn't like the way she looked at you. Or the way you looked at her." She frowned, meeting his eyes, then turning away again. "I was jealous, okay. Jesus."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 22:28:24 GMT -5
"Hey, it was just a sales tactic," he assured her, taking a step closer to her. "Plus it was my last pape. I was just happy to be done selling so I could spend some time with you..."
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 22:29:31 GMT -5
She glanced back at him, face softening immediately, voice coming out in almost a squeak. "Really..?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 22:54:15 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said with a chuckle. He held his arms out for her, inviting her in for a hug.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 22:56:05 GMT -5
She turned to him, smiling, still blushing pink as she moved to him, sliding her arms around his waist and nuzzling her cheek against his chest.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:02:20 GMT -5
He rubbed her back soothingly, pressing his cheek against her hair and inhaling her all too familiar scent. "Ya didn't have to get so jealous," he murmured, letting out a soft chuckle.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:04:56 GMT -5
"I honestly have no idea what the hell got into me...I made a total ass of myself." She breathed him in, loving the mix of tobacco and masculinity. She pressed a kiss to his chest.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:07:50 GMT -5
"Been there, done that... Keep doin' it for some reason," he replied, his soft chuckle from just now growing in volume.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:09:57 GMT -5
She tilted her face up to smirk at him. "So, you forgive me for turning into a total girl?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:13:21 GMT -5
"Well, you ARE a girl, so... What's there to forgive?" He shrugged, his arms still wrapped around her.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:14:21 GMT -5
She laughed lightly at that, going on her tip-toes to kiss his mouth, letting her lips linger there.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:17:02 GMT -5
He moved his hands to frame her face as he kissed her back, softly.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:19:12 GMT -5
She slid her arms up his chest to look around his neck, nibbling on his bottom lip as she kissed him. She pressed herself against him, then moved her mouth to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, having the strangest desire to more or less brand him as hers.
Which was weird. 'Cause they were totally just friends.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:22:35 GMT -5
Totally just friends. Which is why he didn't stop her from branding him. Most everyone in the house knew by now that Script was the one leaving those marks, even if he never admitted it openly. After all, he didn't want them to get the wrong idea about them. The idea that they were more than friends. Because they weren't.
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