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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 26, 2009 20:37:06 GMT -5
So it was quite suddenly that Erin was nearly on top of her instead of her nearly on top of Erin, his wings dragging out on the floor behind him as he went from standing to crouching in one swift movement, pinning the skillet between them. He was not touching her, though, but rather arranged around her, only scant inches between their skin in some places but always a distance that seemed purposeful. And then in the way he lowered his head near her hair- it was quickly obvious that he was smelling her.
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Post by Malika on Aug 26, 2009 20:40:59 GMT -5
Malika screamed quite irrationally, cringing away from him, and kneed him in the stomach, not knowing how effective it would be but not quite able to manoever both arms to hit at him.
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 26, 2009 21:38:02 GMT -5
Almost placidly, Erin leaned to one side and pushed her knee back down. He was in the middle of nuzzling her hair when suddenly he froze, leapt backwards so fast he hit the wall again, and rebounded off of it to go streaking through the open doorway into the living room, trailing a snarl in his wake. It had clicked in his mind, quite abruptly, that he had been distracted, and now that he'd realized this he was intent on Selina again and very, very annoyed.
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Post by Malika on Aug 27, 2009 7:31:47 GMT -5
Malika cringed and slowly lifted herself up to sitting, drawing her legs up and sliding down onto her knees, crouching on the floor. Her shoulder hurt; she lifted the skillet with two hands anyway, in case he came back and tried - and tried - ...something.
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Post by Erin Harper on Aug 27, 2009 8:10:21 GMT -5
Erin did come back, very quickly, as Selina was not in Malika's living room and his wings wouldn't fit through the window. He went tearing past her without so much as a pause and out the front door, what was left of it banging against the wall.
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Post by Malika on Aug 27, 2009 8:14:20 GMT -5
Malika stared for as long as she would allow herself before she dropped the skillet with a dull clang on the carpet. Then, wearily, she got up to her feet and called someone to fix her door. She wasn't going to sleep with it like that.
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