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Post by Script on Dec 30, 2011 22:27:25 GMT -5
She brushed her thumb along his lips. "Look at me, Michael. Please. I'm--I'm so tired of it being awkward between us..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 30, 2011 22:29:55 GMT -5
He forced himself to look at her, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice a bit more unsteady.
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Post by Script on Dec 30, 2011 22:36:22 GMT -5
She framed his face in her hands, kissing his lips and murmuring to him."Let it out, Mike...don't hold it in anymore..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 30, 2011 22:40:12 GMT -5
He'd only been holding it in around her, but that had been a lot harder than he'd thought. And not as smart, either. He pressed his forehead to hers, letting a tear slip through his eyelashes. ((Argh, I am so tired! And my tummy still hurts  I'm gonna head off to bed. Night!)) |
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Post by Script on Dec 30, 2011 22:45:13 GMT -5
((Aw, feel better! Night!!))
She held him, rubbing his back, murmuring to him. "It's alright, Mike...you don't have to be strong all the time..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 31, 2011 8:06:57 GMT -5
He wanted to reply, but the lump in his throat was too big to speak over. So he just held her, squeezing her and sniffling and crying. ((omg I feel like holding him))
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Post by Script on Dec 31, 2011 15:43:53 GMT -5
((Gah, I want to cuddle him like crazy!! )) She murmured to him, switching between English and Spanish the way her mother used to, trying to soothe him. She led him to the mattress in the corner. The mattress that hadn't been there until he thought to bring it up. So they could be together. She sat with him, rocking him and kissing his face gently. |
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Post by Skittery on Dec 31, 2011 16:12:34 GMT -5
He didn't let himself cry as much as he knew he could -- he was still a man, after all. He sniffled, his face buried in her hair, and pulled himself somewhat together. He felt like saying "I'm sorry," but he knew she would wave it off. Plus he wasn't exactly sure what he would be apologizing for. So instead he muttered "I love you," his voice muffled by her curls.
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Post by Script on Dec 31, 2011 16:24:14 GMT -5
"I love you too, Michael. So, so much. More than anything." She kissed his jaw, then his cheek, then his lips. "I'll love you forever."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 1, 2012 8:15:39 GMT -5
He kissed her back, eyes shut tightly to stave off anymore tears. "Me too. Always." And he knew deep down that was true.
((Yay! Happy New Year!! Now we can say we're going to NYC and meeting face to face THIS YEAR!!))
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Post by Script on Jan 1, 2012 16:01:09 GMT -5
((YAYAYAY!! Happy New Year!! And, holy cow, I'm soooo excited!!! 4 1/2 months!))
She held his hands in hers, bringing them to her mouth to kiss his knuckles. "I'm so sorry for all of this, Mike. That all of this happened. I--you didn't deserve any of it."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 1, 2012 16:04:57 GMT -5
"Neither did you, Mags...I don't know if anyone deserves this kind of pain..." He wouldn't even wish it on Goblin, who was pretty much his mortal enemy.
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Post by Script on Jan 1, 2012 16:08:48 GMT -5
She nodded, biting her lip. Then, "Lay with me? Here? We--we can stay the night together...if you wanted..."
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Post by Skittery on Jan 1, 2012 16:12:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, that would be nice. We should probably both get some rest..." And he had a feeling he would sleep a lot better with Maggie by his side.
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Post by Script on Jan 1, 2012 16:16:17 GMT -5
She nodded, gathering blankets and pillows to set them on the mattress. She took off her shoes and her dress, leaving on the slip she was wearing beneath it.
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I'm gonna head off to bed. Night!))