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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 9:19:28 GMT -5
After what seemed like an eternity of searching for Maggie, things were finally back to the way they were supposed to be. She was back at the Lodging House, safe and sound. And, most importantly, she was his.
Skittery had spent the last few hours rummaging around the basement and making trips up to the attic. Finally, around sundown, he went to the girls' bunk room to get her.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 13:29:04 GMT -5
Maggie had kept mostly to herself since her return. The house was, of course, filled with gossip, and she didn't like that she was the center of it.
She was sitting by the window, watching the snow flurries, and darning a pair of socks when Skittery came in.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 14:14:19 GMT -5
He leaned casually against the door jamb, a ghost of a smirk on his face. "Whatcha doing?"
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 14:15:57 GMT -5
She turned to look at him, and smiled. He looked so masculine and charming leaning against the door like that. "Nothing much. Fixing socks. Figured you'd need more now that it's getting colder."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 14:31:56 GMT -5
He watched her for a bit more before walking over to her. Standing behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders, massaging them. "How're you doing?" he asked softly. The gossip had also reached his ears, and he was willing to do anything in his power to shield her from it as much as possible.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 14:37:07 GMT -5
She sighed, leaning back into his touch. "I'm okay. Everyone's basically left me alone, more or less. Then only talk about me when they think I can't hear them." She bit her lip, lifting her hand to put it over his on her shoulder. "They'll get over it, I guess. When something new comes along."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 14:54:09 GMT -5
After one last squeeze of her shoulders, Skittery moved his hands to cup her elbows and help her up out of her sitting position. "Come on, I got something to show ya..."
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 14:56:42 GMT -5
She stood up, looking up at him. "Something to show me? What is it?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 15:04:10 GMT -5
"Just a little something, not really a big deal. Kinda like a welcome home present." He took her hand and led her out to the attic stairs. He went up first then held out his hand to help her up.
Amazingly, he had found some Christmas lights in the basement. They were old and dusty but they worked. He'd strung them up around the attic, a couple mattresses piled with spare pillows and blankets in the middle of the floor.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 15:08:14 GMT -5
She stopped as she saw what he'd done. "Oh...oh, Skitts...Michael, this is..." Her eyes welled up.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 15:12:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, like I said, not a big deal. I just thought you might wanna get away from everyone for a night... Are you hungry? I could run to Tibby's, get some sandwiches or something...?" He was rambling. But for some reason he was nervous.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 15:13:37 GMT -5
She turned to him, a couple tears spilling over. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "Michael..." She leaned up, pressing her lips to his.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 15:17:23 GMT -5
He frowned into the kiss, pulling back to wipe her tears away with his thumbs. "What? What's wrong?"
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 15:20:39 GMT -5
She shook her head. "No, nothing. It's--I just..." She sniffled, looking up at his face, hands gripping his shoulders. "You're wonderful..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 15:24:33 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, suppressing a smile. "You never said if you were hungry."
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