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 Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:38 pm
~She piles over on her side, still looking like she's full of energy. It's like she has tapped a neverending source. She is pretty in that moment, her cheeks naturally flushed and her hair flipped in her face.~
I love you. ~She kisses him over the heart, and rests her cheek on his chest.~
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:47 pm
His hair is in his eyes and his breathing is heavy, though returning to normal as they both recover. He smiles happily, "I love you too." His hand rests on her head as he plays with her hair again, running his fingers through it to pull it out of her face, while the other hand rests on his chest.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:26 pm
~She enjoys the stillness there, and the quiet, and the smell of him. It's a perfect moment, with the sun peeking in and casting a ray across his belly. If she could pick one moment to last forever, this is the one she would pick.
But, of course, problems that they've put off are waiting around the corner, and will have to be handled. The first of which is an empty stomach.
She hangs out there as long as she possibly can, determined not to move until starvation threatens.~
((Good night!))
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 10:44 pm
He breathes it all in, content to lie there until the hand of God himself came and took them both away. And so he held onto her a moment longer, closing his eyes as the morning sun changed into the afternoon.
Then...with the strength of ten earthquakes...his stomach rumbled from within. He tried his best to play it off like it had never happened, and kissed the top of her head, only to be interupted with round two of the grumbling stomach. He sighed and threw his head back onto the pillow, and his thoughts drifted from Rose...to the pile of food he had never gotten the chance to eat. Thank God she can't read minds.
((night!))
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 1:26 pm
~If she knew he was hungry, she could teleport that food right to him, and he'd never have to get up. Rose isn't ashamed to use her gift to be lazy.
She's drifting back to sleep, surrounded in comfortable things and the peace of the moment. This is a bad thing, because she's unconscious of an elbow that's stabbing him in the ribs.
At least her behind is situated at a nice angle, with the shirt riding up just over it. But she has morning breath--well, we're not completely glamorous, are we?~
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:39 pm
After a few more moments of laying uncomfortably in the bed, he yawns and stretches as an excuse to escape her intruding elbow into his ribs and then lightly kisses her cheek, not wanting to wake her up. He then proceeds to slide out of the covers and searches the place for his pants, which he finds tossed in the corner. He slips into them and then wanders into the kitchen hoping to find a snack to hold him over, he's never actually done much cooking before after all, and usually left that to McDonalds and the other fast food hell holes that he loved so much.
Once there however, he decides that he should probably give it a try, at least to show he isn't completely useless around the house. As quietly as he can manage he digs through the pots and pans, only to drop about four of them on the floor. After a moment of cursing he digs through the fridge and finds a few ingredients needed for scrambled eggs and toast, figuring that would be the safest route.
So with a Pop Tart pastry hanging from his mouth, he begins the exciting adventure of cooking, and with only the slight smell of burnt toast in the air, he does a fairly decent job. Feeling proud of himself, he silently walks back to the bed, not sure if he had woken her up or not at this point, but he looks excited, as though eager to show off his new talent to her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 10:22 am
~The smell of cooking--even burning--food does rouse her. She sits up and stretches her arms, yawning deeply and smacking her lips together lazily. She sprawls across the bed, watching him fumble around the kitchen with an amused grin.
Her eyes get a little wide when she sees the food he brought~ You've never cooked before, have you baby? ~She grins, and suddenly looks very proud of him.~ It looks delicious, you must be a natural.
~She yawns again, and kisses his shoulder, curling up around the food, nibbling.~
We need to talk about something, when you feel like talking about it. You know, Lliam...
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 12:53 pm
He shrugs his shoulders and grins, "Well I've never been one to show off my skills all at once." He flops down behind her and leans on his elbow, watching her nibble at the food.
He nods his head and gives her an encouraging smile, "I figured we would have to discuss the whole Lliam thing sooner or later, so tell me, what's on your mind? I'm feeling pretty stable right now." He winks and lays back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, but still listening to her.
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