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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 21:48:59 GMT -5
That made her blush even more. "What about my face?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 21:52:48 GMT -5
"Oh, I dunno... Maybe the fact that it's so pretty?" He cradled her cheek in his palm and brushed his thumb over her lips.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 21:57:23 GMT -5
She kissed his thumb, meeting his eyes. "I owe you so much, Mike. So much."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 22:01:11 GMT -5
"Why do you say that?" he inquired, his brow furrowed.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 22:06:39 GMT -5
She touched his cheek gently. "You saved me, Michael."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 22:09:36 GMT -5
He scoffed as a blush crept onto his cheeks. "I was just in the right place at the right time, that's all..."
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 22:20:00 GMT -5
"No. No, Mike, it's more than that." She kissed his forehead. "Another guy coulda' walked into the kitchen that day, but it wouldn't have turned out this way with them. It was you."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 22:24:46 GMT -5
He shrugged, the blush growing deeper. "I'll never forget that day, even though you were crying because of him..." He knew he had also made her cry, but being with her after that, making up for it, that's what mattered.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 22:26:49 GMT -5
She leaned into him, holding him, kissing his chest. "I don't have any more tears left for him, Skitts. I'm all yours now." And for the first time, she meant it.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 22:30:46 GMT -5
He couldn't help but smile at her words. He had been telling himself that since she'd come back to the House with him, but hearing her say it was an entirely different thing. "And I'm all yours. Even on my grumpy days."
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 22:34:05 GMT -5
She kissed his neck. "I...I could fall in love with you, Mike...I really could."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 22:36:50 GMT -5
He shushed her, smoothing down her hair with his palm. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he said. He didn't want her to think she had anything to prove to him. Of course he knew deep down that he already loved her, but he'd tell her when she seemed ready to hear it. Really hear it.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 22:39:30 GMT -5
((I love Skittery So. Much.))
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding him tightly. "Why are you so good to me?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 27, 2011 22:44:02 GMT -5
"Why don't you believe that you deserve it?" he retorted, sifting his fingers through her curls.
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Post by Script on Nov 27, 2011 22:45:38 GMT -5
She sighed, closing her eyes, relishing in the feeling of his fingers in her hair. "Because I've made stupid decisions."
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