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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 11:59:28 GMT -5
She wrapped the towel around herself, stepping out. She nodded, giving him a small smile. "Yeah. You?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 12:05:47 GMT -5
He smiled back, glad to see her looking happy. "Yeah, I'm better now."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 12:11:50 GMT -5
She leaned up, clutching her towel around her, to kiss him. "I'm sorry I freaked out before."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 12:14:54 GMT -5
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to keep his towel up. "It's okay. You have a right to freak out..."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 12:19:48 GMT -5
She sighed, pressing a kiss to his chest. "We've just never been that careless before."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 12:21:14 GMT -5
He chuckled softly, squeezing her affectionately. "We've never been that drunk before."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 12:24:23 GMT -5
She smiled weakly, kissing his chest again. Then she thought of something. "Did--did I...say...anything...last night..?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 12:29:50 GMT -5
He scrunched his nose as he thought. " Uh... I have no idea..."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 12:34:37 GMT -5
She let out a breath. "Oh, okay. Good." She was almost positive she'd told him she loved him. And she wasn't really sure that she did. And having that thought made her feel guilt.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 12:39:30 GMT -5
He laughed a bit, then let her go. "Let's get dressed. Then go have some coffee."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 12:42:26 GMT -5
She nodded, making her way to the bunkroom. "I'll meet you in the kitchen?" She turned to look up at him.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 12:46:36 GMT -5
He nodded, bending to plant a sweet kiss on her nose. He then made his way to the bunk room and changed. Ten minutes later, he shuffled into the kitchen, now in desperate need of some strong coffee.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 12:48:50 GMT -5
Maggie was already there, the coffee pot heating on the stove. She turned to him when he walk in, smiling.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 12:53:55 GMT -5
He leaned against the counter next to her, holding his head. "Note to self, never drink that much wine ever again..."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 12:56:03 GMT -5
She laughed, feeling better. She poured him a big mug off coffee, leaving it black. "Here, baby. Drink up."
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