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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 22:09:18 GMT -5
"No shit! When can I try them?!" He sounded far too excited.
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 22:10:30 GMT -5
She laughed. "Well, if they pantry's stocked in here the way it's supposed to be, I can make them tomorrow morning." She smiled at him, then kissed his lips.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 22:13:34 GMT -5
He checked his watch. It was nine o'clock. "Well, I'm beat. I'm gonna head off to sleep."
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 22:14:19 GMT -5
She blinked. "Wait. Seriously?" She sat up a little. "We have one whole night together and--and you want to sleep..?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 22:20:00 GMT -5
"But -- but... Pancakes!" Didn't she realize that the quicker he went to sleep, the quicker it would be morning?!
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 22:21:05 GMT -5
She arched a brow, pursing her lips at him. "You seriously want pancakes over sex?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 22:26:49 GMT -5
"No, baby, of course not! I just, I mean... How many more times could we do it anyways? I mean, you've already... Y'know, twice..."
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 22:31:52 GMT -5
Her brow arched higher. "You do realize women can orgasm dozen of times, right?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 22:33:49 GMT -5
"Uhhh... What?"
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 22:37:51 GMT -5
She blinked at him a moment. "Oh, honey. Hasn't anyone ever told you? Women are magic."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 22:42:37 GMT -5
He smiled, laughed a little. "Yeah, well, men aren't. Even young bucks like me can only do maybe three rounds..."
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 22:45:32 GMT -5
She smirked at that. "Well, last time I checked we've only done it once tonight..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 22:49:57 GMT -5
"But that just means we can do it more tomorrow...after pancakes..."
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Post by Script on Nov 23, 2011 22:56:45 GMT -5
She frowned at him, then. "Tomorrow, we have to be back at camp by 2. But fine. Whatever. Pancakes win." She moved off the bed, grabbing her pajama out of her back and stomping to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 23, 2011 22:58:51 GMT -5
He cursed to himself. He'd done it again. He'd let his stomach overrule every other part of his body. So he laid on top of the covers, trying to look enticing, waiting for her to come back out.
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