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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 12:58:30 GMT -5
"Thanks," he croaked, taking a sip. Then he looked up at her, confused. "How do you look so good? I look like shit!"
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 13:02:29 GMT -5
She blushed. "Are you kidding? I look terrible!" She was wearing pants instead of a skirt because she was cold, and her hair was still wet from the shower, down up in a messy bun on the top of her head.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 13:09:16 GMT -5
"Nah, you look beautiful," he assured her, leaning in to nudge his nose against hers. Then he kissed her softly.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 13:17:58 GMT -5
She kissed him back, sliding her arms around his neck, nibbling on his bottom lip. She really did love kissing him.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 13:24:09 GMT -5
He smiled against her lips, rubbing her back slowly. He was worried about her now. She seemed anxious after last night. It was probably because of the sex, but was there something else?
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 13:26:19 GMT -5
There absolutely was something else, but she was relying on the fact that he didn't remember any specifics from last night. She'd let her guard down and let it sleep how she felt. But deep down she still was afraid to give him her whole heart.
She moved away from him to get some bread and butter. "How's french toast sound?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 13:27:48 GMT -5
To be honest, his stomach churned a bit at the thought. But he smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Sounds great. I'm starving."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 13:28:48 GMT -5
She nodded, kissing him lightly, then set to work. "It'll soak up the rest of the alcohol and make you feel better, I promise. We need to eat something."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 13:34:51 GMT -5
He nodded, sipping his coffee. He trusted her, and he would eat the French toast. He was sure it would such a chore...
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 13:36:57 GMT -5
She hummed to herself as she cooked, then set a plate of french toast on the table for him and refilled his coffee. "Here you go, baby." She served herself, then sat beside him at the table.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 13:41:32 GMT -5
"Thanks," he replied, shooting her a small smile. Then he cut into the toast and ate some. He let out a very satisfied hum, furrowing his brow at her. "This is really, really good, Mags."
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 13:42:16 GMT -5
She blushed, smiling as she ate. "It's just french toast. It's hard to screw it up..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 13:45:37 GMT -5
"I would find a way. I can't cook at all," he told her before stuffing his face. She'd been right. He was feeling better already.
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Post by Script on Dec 5, 2011 13:47:17 GMT -5
She laughed. "Well, good thing you have me, then, huh?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 5, 2011 13:59:20 GMT -5
"Very good," he chuckled, beginning to eat more and more at a time.
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