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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:12:19 GMT -5
"No, Imma put my boot in your behind and send you back out into the downpour outta spite," *he said dryly, a grin appearing on his face.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:14:50 GMT -5
*Biting her lip briefly, she turned on her heel.*
"Fine then." *She answered, a sparkle in her eye.*
"But when I catch my death...it'll be on your head..."
*She grinned and started to the main door out of the stables.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:20:02 GMT -5
"Hey, git back 'ere, you!"
*Jake laughingly lunged after her, a strong arm snaking about her waist and hauling her back off her feet and swinging her around. He half-set her on her toes, but kept his arm around her, savouring the scent of her dark hair, spangled with silvery raindrops like stars, taking in the feel of having her in his arms, the damp set of borrowed clothes half-clinging to her warm curves.*
"Pneumonia's nothin' t'mess with," *he mumbled, chuckling.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:24:44 GMT -5
*She wasn't completely surprised that he stopped her, but the touch of him sent shivers through her. Lark's breath was short, feeling his body more firmly against hers without all that womanly clothing. He felt more...real.*
"Eh? Then you've changed your mind? Don't mind having me 'round?" *She quipped jokingly, but her voice was softer, less sure.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:36:29 GMT -5
"Woman, you ain't stupid 'bout horses, an' you brought me PIE. Yer lucky I don't tie your hands an' feet so's ya cain't git away," *he teased for a moment.*
He cleared his throat and released her gently.*
"Sure, n' y'ain't hard on the eyes, either," *he muttered.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:40:05 GMT -5
((I will not go there...I will not go there...I will not go there...)))
*Her eyes fell, but her smile widened, insuppressible. Her hand sought her hair again, trying to busy herself as she recovered from the compliments.*
"It's nothing. I mean...it was the least I could do..."
*She swallowed, but there was a swelling lump in her throat that she couldn't rid herself of.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:44:07 GMT -5
((Aw she's gonna piss him off and he'll have to hog-tie her one of these days.))
*Jake abruptly turned his back on her. He was going to have to kiss her again in about five seconds if he kept looking at her.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:48:52 GMT -5
((We can only hope. )) *Lark sank, suddenly vacated and confused. Had she said something wrong? She didn't think so, but his strange shift didn't make sense as anything else. Looking concerned, she approached him, cautiously touching his shoulder.* "You al'right?" *Her voice held timid worry.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:50:02 GMT -5
"Yeah," *he said roughly.* "Yeah, I'm fine."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:54:10 GMT -5
*Lark's lips twisted, trying to figure things without making them worse. Instead of trying to turn him around, she shifted to his side, peeking up at him questioningly even as her hand still rested on his arm.*
"Did I...do something?"
*Her lips pursed, worried that the answer would be yes and pneumonia would be a valid concern as she walked home in the rain.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 7:57:39 GMT -5
"Nah...it...it's mah own...mah own fault, mah...mah own troubles," *he said, shaking his head but still refusing to meet her gaze.* "You..uh...you oughta get back inna yer dry clothes..."
*He stepped away, quickly disappearing into one of the stalls, ostensibly to clean it out, even if he'd already cleaned it a few hours before.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 8:09:08 GMT -5
*Lark just stood there for a moment.*
"Uh...al'right."
*She turned slowly and started back to the other room, but thinking better of it, she jogged down to the stall that he'd vanished into.*
"Hey, you know...if I did something, you can..."
*Something was weird. Her eyes darted awkwardly. Only then did she notice the fresh hay. Confusion read in her face.*
"Um, why 'ya..." *She spoke dumbly before she could think better of it, her eyes seeking his for an explanation..*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 8:23:15 GMT -5
*Jake straightened, gazing at her.
Well, if she was going to follow him...
He leaned over just enough to brush his lips against hers, not shy, but gently held in check.*
"That's why," *he whispered before he drew back, turning away from her again as he shuffled uselessly among the straw.*
"I know I'm not yer type or nothin', an' I don' wanna repeat what happened t'other night, but..."
*He finally looked back at her.*
"What's your real name?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 8:38:20 GMT -5
"Oh." *She breathed softly against his lips, savoring the tenderness of the kiss. His question made her anxious again and she dropped her face for a moment, searching for an answer. Not that she didn't know her name, obviously, but it was something private, something no one called her. Like a secret. It scared her to let him know, but she wasn't sure why.*
"Does it matter?" *She whispered, softening the denial with a kiss of her own, deeper and warmer, her hands slipping up his chest and around his neck, pulling her face up to his.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 8:41:51 GMT -5
*He wanted to say no and just keep kissing her. He wanted it almost as much as he wanted the truth. Almost.*
"I think it does," *he murmured, holding her gently, one hand cupping her cheek.* "I don't wanna make love to some kinda fantasy. I wanna know everything about you that's real."
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