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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 14:09:29 GMT -5
She angled herself back to look up at him, eyes wet. "You looked for me?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 14:14:02 GMT -5
His somewhat amused expression quickly changed to one of confusion mixed with a teaspoon of hurt. "Of course I did... I didn't know where you were, you could've been anywhere!"
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 14:17:18 GMT -5
She lifted her hand to rest her palm against his cheek, meeting his eyes. "You cared enough about me to look for me...to talk to Goblin to help find me..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 14:22:54 GMT -5
"Mags, of course I do. After what we've been through... After what we've done together... I wouldn't do something like that with someone I don't care about. A lot." Why was this such a surprise to her?
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 14:27:08 GMT -5
She pressed herself against him, arms wrapped around him, cheek against his chest. "You make me better, Michael..." And he did. He made her feel better, made her want to be better for him. He was everything she'd ever wanted in a man. And while Sebastian still claimed a spot in her heart, she would do everything she could to ignore it, and focus on Michael.
Because they made more sense together than she and Goblin ever did.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 14:31:27 GMT -5
"No, you've always been this wonderful." He placed a kiss on her nose, then on her forehead.
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 14:33:50 GMT -5
She smiled, blushing. "I still don't understand why anyone would ever accuse you of being grumpy. You're the kindest, most romantic, most loving man I've ever met."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 14:40:32 GMT -5
He hushed her, laughing as he did so. "Bite your tongue, woman!"
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 14:42:58 GMT -5
She laughed, pressing her lips against his. "I won't tell anybody...don't want any of the other girls figuring out what they're missing."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 14:47:53 GMT -5
"Eh, none of those girls ever caught my attention anyways," he replied, whispering as he nudged his nose against hers.
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 14:51:22 GMT -5
She blushed, smiling a little. "So how come I did?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 14:55:00 GMT -5
"Because you make damn good brownies."
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 15:00:22 GMT -5
She smirked. "Very funny. We were hooking up for weeks before you finally talked me into making you brownies."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 15:07:28 GMT -5
"There's something called a 'rumor mill' that goes around in the house... Script's brownies. It's already like a folk tale amongst the newsies."
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 15:10:41 GMT -5
She blushed. "Is it the same rumor mill that knew we were dating before we knew we were dating?"
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