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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 22:45:12 GMT -5
"What, you don't wanna be my First Lady?" he teased, poking her side.
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 22:50:59 GMT -5
She blushed, biting her lip, meeting his eyes. "Do you...want me to be your First Lady..?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 29, 2011 22:53:02 GMT -5
"Well who else would I pick? I don't like any of the girls in the House half so much as I like you," he informed her, brushing his thumb over her lip.
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Post by Script on Nov 29, 2011 22:55:43 GMT -5
She smiled a little, kissing his thumb. "And you don't think you're gonna meet some other, better girl on your way to the top?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 30, 2011 8:18:26 GMT -5
He shrugged half-heartedly. "Who knows what's gonna happen? But right now...all I want is you."
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Post by Script on Nov 30, 2011 11:27:52 GMT -5
Her heart melted and her eyes went soft, tears springing to the corners of them. She said in a quiet voice, "That's all I want. All I've ever wanted...someone who just wants me..."
She thought of Sebastian, and it made her heart ache -- she hadn't been enough for him. The Plan had taken him over, and she wasn't able to compete with it. But with Skittery...it was different. She mattered. And she was enough.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 30, 2011 17:00:46 GMT -5
Skittery didn't want his heartache to show, so he tried to laugh and scoff it off. Play it cool, you know. "I'm just surprised I'm the first one. But, to be honest, I'm kinda glad."
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Post by Script on Nov 30, 2011 17:07:02 GMT -5
She smiled, eyes still a little sad. "You're glad? Why?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 30, 2011 22:09:59 GMT -5
"Because it makes me special," he replied, sounding a bit sappy. "Doesn't everyone like to be the first of something?"
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Post by Script on Nov 30, 2011 22:15:37 GMT -5
She smiled a little brighter now. "You are special, Mike. With or without me, you're special." She snuggled as close to him as she could. "You're amazing."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 30, 2011 22:27:43 GMT -5
He held her closely, tightly. "You are, too," he mumbled into her hair before kissing her temple.
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Post by Script on Nov 30, 2011 22:30:10 GMT -5
She nuzzled against the crook of his neck. "You make me so happy, Mike." And she hadn't been happy in a while.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 30, 2011 22:37:25 GMT -5
"Good, I'm glad," he replied softly, rubbing her back. He closed his eyes, the comfort of having her in his arms putting him to sleep.
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Post by Script on Nov 30, 2011 22:40:20 GMT -5
She closed her eyes, arms wrapped around him, loving the warmth of his body against hers. She was murmuring nonsense, the way she usually did when she was halfway between asleep and awake. One of the things she ended up murmuring was, "I love you, Michael..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 1, 2011 12:16:38 GMT -5
He just held her tighter, nuzzling her hair. And he was pretty sure he fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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