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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:25:38 GMT -5
She kept her mouth on his neck as she backed up towards the counter, pulling away long enough to hop up on it, then tug him back into a searing kiss.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:27:03 GMT -5
He stepped up to her, hands on her thighs as her lips practically set his on fire.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:34:17 GMT -5
She parted her legs so he could stand better between them, perched on the edge of the counter so they could be closer. She buried her hands in his hair, as her mouth moved along his jawline to nibble on that spot right below his ear.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:38:55 GMT -5
He hissed, trying to control his breathing. Because he found if he could control his breathing, he could do a pretty good job of controlling himself. He slid his hands up and down her thighs, touching her knees before moving back up.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:43:04 GMT -5
She let out a purr, tugging him closer, moving her hips to rub against him. She respected his control, not sure any other guy would be able to handle it. But what she really wanted was for him to just let go.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:45:11 GMT -5
Nope. She was still in love with him, though she was beginning to show glimpses of the opposite. But still. It had only been a few days, there was no way she had gotten over him that quickly. He began to slow his kisses, pulling away gradually.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:50:42 GMT -5
She almost growled, letting out a breath. Her insides had turned to mush and that center between her thighs was aching and practically begging for attention. "Skitts, seriously??" She said it a little breathlessly, pushing back her hair.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:52:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, seriously," he replied as he backed away from her. He had kept this up since that first night, he wasn't about to give in now. There was a little thing called manly pride.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 23:55:16 GMT -5
She actually whimpered, shifting uncomfortably where she sat, pouting. "Skittery, you're gonna kill me, ya know that."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 23:56:51 GMT -5
"I seriously doubt that," he replied, one eyebrow raised. "Will you make me brownies now?" He frequently asked her this question, and he lived for the day she said 'yes.'
((And I can no longer stay awake. Night!))
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 0:02:59 GMT -5
((Night!))
She sighed. She knew damn well 'will you make brownies' was code for 'are you over Goblin.' And she was terrified of ever actually answering the question. Usually, she changed the subject, or offered to make something else. She knew she wasn't fooling him.
The problem was, she didn't really believe she would ever be over Goblin. She'd loved him so fully, so completely, that it was impossible to not have a piece of him still in her heart. But she didn't think Skittery would ever understand that. So she did the one thing she didn't want to do, but knew she had to. It was the only way she and Skittery wouldn't be forever stuck at this impass.
She lied.
She looked him in the eye, smiled, kissed him, nuzzled him gently, and whispered. "Yes."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 8:23:33 GMT -5
He blinked at her. "You will?" he hadn't expected her to say yes so soon.
((OMG I definitely had a boards-themed dream last night. And Skittery definitely punched Goblin. HAHAHA.))
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 9:49:59 GMT -5
((LOVE. IT.))
She nodded, smiling softly and kissing him again. "Yes." She moved to hop off the counter, gathering supplies.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 14, 2011 10:22:08 GMT -5
He smiled to himself as he watched her, enraptured by her. This was way different than watching her make hot chocolate. Now, the real test would be if she made the brownies without burning them. Then he would know for sure she was lying. He had an inkling, but he'd give her the benefit of the doubt.
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Post by Script on Nov 14, 2011 11:28:58 GMT -5
She knew that if she had any chance of keeping Skittery she could not burn these brownies. Usually when she baked, she could practically take a nap with her eyes open -- it was purely intuitive and natural. This time, though, she concentrated, focusing all her energy on the task at hand.
Her world was in chaos, her life a complete mess. But this -- this made sense. Scoop, measure, mix...it was like fitting the pieces of a puzzle together. She worked methodically, working out the lumps in the batter. She put the pan in the oven, and waited.
When they came out, she was practically holding her breath as she let them cool enough to cut into them. Holy hell, she didn't burn them. She tasted a small bite.
She knew they weren't really her brownies -- they didn't have the right texture or the exact taste. They weren't as good as her brownies out to be. But anyone who wasn't her, who didn't really know what to look for, would never know the difference.
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