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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 19:13:27 GMT -5
He sighed again, then slouched down to lean his head on her shoulder. "Why'd ya hurt me like that, Zip? Why'd ya have to tell me you loved somebody else?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 19:54:08 GMT -5
"so you'd go to Dartmouth," zippy responded, kissing the top of his head. "I'm sorry I hurt you, I was trying to help you."
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 19:57:25 GMT -5
He turned his head so he could kiss her neck. "I didn't even want Dartmouth. Just you. I just wanted you, but you don't want me"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 20:03:29 GMT -5
"that's not true," she wrapped an arm around him, kissing his temple. "we'll talk about this later, ok?"
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 20:06:35 GMT -5
He shifted to lift his head up, pressing his forehead against hers. "Kiss me, Zip? Please?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 20:10:44 GMT -5
Zippy stroked his face and kissed him.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 20:13:11 GMT -5
He kissed her back, softer than before, then leaned forward, pressing her down onto her back on the couch.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 20:20:19 GMT -5
Zippy pressed her body towards his, feeling horrible about their fight. She had meant to hurt him, but not this badly. And it was for his own good! Now he was piss ass drunk and kissing her. "you feeling okay?" she caressed his cheek, searching his eyes.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 20:25:12 GMT -5
He nodded, lifting up to meet her eyes. "I--I need you, Zippy..." He'd needed her about thirty seconds after he'd walked out the door five days ago. And he'd needed her every minute since then.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 21:22:46 GMT -5
"What you need, my love, is water," Zippy decided, pushing him off her and standing up. "I'll be back." She went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water and handed it to him. "Drink."
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 21:24:05 GMT -5
He pouted, horny as hell, but took the water and drank it down. "You're mean to me."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 21:26:48 GMT -5
"I know," She replied, sighing and running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. When you are sober hopefully we'll be able to..." Work things out? Even if he could forgive her when he was hammered, he still had to drink this much to get him here. And that must have said something about how he truly felt.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 21:31:46 GMT -5
He laid on the couch, pulling her down with him so he could hold her, facing her. "Zip, do you have any idea how much you mean to me?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 21:35:14 GMT -5
Zippy did not want to talk about this. Not when David was this intoxicated. She had three choices. A) put him to bed. B) See what she could get Drunk David to do and C) Shut him up the best way she knew how.
She grinned at him, and a second later collided her mouth to his.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 21:38:15 GMT -5
He kissed her back gladly, arms wrapping around her. One hand buried itself in her hair while the other slid down her back to her butt. Because Drunk David had no shame and wasn't scared of anything.
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