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Post by Zippy on Nov 28, 2011 12:31:24 GMT -5
((oops! Proboards isn't the best site, it doesn't work well for me))
Zippy gave him a hard, mocking look. "If you want to lose a couple of fingers, go ahead."
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Post by David on Nov 28, 2011 12:33:14 GMT -5
((No problem, it has issues  )) He put his hands up in defeat, grinning. "I'll bear that in mind." He chuckled, taking her hand again, playing with her finger idly as they roamed around the room, looking at paintings. |
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Post by Zippy on Nov 28, 2011 12:38:47 GMT -5
Zippy led David to a Monet painting. "God, I love the way he uses color too." She sighed and glanced at Dave.
"Are you bored with this?"
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Post by David on Nov 28, 2011 12:42:00 GMT -5
He shook his hand, moving a little closer to her, squeezing her hand. "No even close, Zip. I'm havin' a great time." He looked at her sideways. "Aren't you?"
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Post by Zippy on Nov 28, 2011 12:52:13 GMT -5
Instead of answering, she pointed to Monet's Woman with a Parasol. "See. This is why I want out of New York. I want to see the country. Look how beautiful and green and fresh it looks."
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Post by David on Nov 28, 2011 12:54:00 GMT -5
He watched her, then touched her hair because he couldn't help himself. "Then maybe we'll go one day. Take a train upstate or something."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 28, 2011 12:56:05 GMT -5
"It'll look different than Central Park, won't it ? It has to." Zippy added, glancing up at him and liking too much the way he touched her.
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Post by David on Nov 28, 2011 13:02:43 GMT -5
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, looking down at her. "Really different. Wild flowers and stuff."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 28, 2011 13:04:12 GMT -5
Zippy turned to face him, closing the gap between them. "And the smell?"
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Post by David on Nov 28, 2011 13:05:52 GMT -5
He tried very hard not to gulp, fingers still in her hair, tilting his head down so they were nearly nose to nose. "Like fresh air and--and flowers." She kind of smelled like flowers. Like flowers and soap and something else that was probably all her.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 28, 2011 13:13:41 GMT -5
Zippy took a deep breath, closing her eyes, imagining it. Except all she was smelling was him. And feeling. She wrapped her arms around his waist, needing to be close to him, and deciding not to fight it anymore.
She hugged him close--why'd he feel so good? It didn't make any sense. She snuggled her face into his chest, breathing him in.
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Post by David on Nov 28, 2011 13:20:51 GMT -5
He felt a jolt to his senses, but swallowed down his nerves and slid his arms around her shoulders. He pressed his cheek to her temple, his nose nudging against her hair. She was soft and warm, and she smelled amazing, and holy shit he was holding her and she was holding him back and...he took a breath, breathing her in.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 28, 2011 13:22:59 GMT -5
The floor creaked, someone else had walked into the exhibit. Zippy immediately detached herself from him, worried that it was another security guard, but it was just an old man.
Sighing- and a bit irritated that they were interrupted- Zippy looked at Dave. "The Civil War Exhibit now?"
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Post by David on Nov 28, 2011 13:27:08 GMT -5
He smiled at her, blushing. "It's what we came here for, right?" He cleared his throat, his stomach doing flip flops. He should have kissed her. He was annoyed at himself that he didn't.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 28, 2011 13:28:10 GMT -5
"That's right. I paid good money to see it!" Zippy joked, walking around the museum and following the signs. "I bet you know a whole lot about the war."
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