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Post by Rochester on May 26, 2007 23:43:42 GMT -5
*Rochester laid in his luxurious bed alone, overwhelmed with a case of the sniffles. He swooned dramatically, handkerchief gripped in his delicate fingers. He sighed lightly, hoping that Kris might bring him breakfast in bed again. That would be so much nicer than having to go all the way downstairs in such a tragic state.*
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Post by Kris on May 27, 2007 0:14:47 GMT -5
*Kris, not one to worry about simultaneous threads, had received word that Rochester had been thinking about her. She wondered what this meant for her reputation, then remembered that Sues never did have them. Or rather, that it hardly ever inconvenienced them, and at worst led to a tearful reconciliation with a would-be lover.
And anyway, it was Rochester. She wondered why he was so much more attractive than the real-life Rochesters she knew, but went about making him breakfast anyway. Nevermind that she never did that in real life, either. But despite her best intentions, and what ought to have been her skills at virtual breakfast-making, she managed to burn the toast, undercook the eggs and spill the orange juice. Damn.
When she appeared upstairs, knocking once on the door before entering, she carried a carton of yogurt and a tray of Pilsbury cinnamon rolls. She kicked the door shut.*
"Good morning, Rochester," *she announced.* "I'm a terrible cook,."
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Post by Rochester on May 27, 2007 0:18:30 GMT -5
((*hugs* You make my night.))
*Rochester smiled and dabbed his raw nose as she entered.*
"Oh that's quite all right, darling. You're a sight for sore eyes. I was just thinking of you."
*He patted the bed next to him.*
"If you're not too busy, perhaps you might keep me company for a bit? I'm afraid that I am even more useless when I'm under the weather."
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Post by Kris on May 27, 2007 0:24:15 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes and set the tray down across his lap.*
"You could hardly be more useless," *she teased.* "But of course I'll keep you company. If you'll tell me what you were thinking about me."
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Post by Rochester on May 27, 2007 0:27:08 GMT -5
*Rochester managed a weak smile.*
"Actually...you bringing me breakfast."
*His dimple deepened.*
"Although, to be honest...in my mind, you were naked."
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Post by Kris on May 27, 2007 13:19:58 GMT -5
"How fortunate, then, that I came along," *Kris said with apparent gravity. But then she giggled.*
"I suppose that could be quickly arranged."
*She tried to shrug quickly out of her dress, but these darned things, anachronistic as everything might be, weren't quite as manageable as t-shirts. When she emerged, she scowled at Rochester and nabbed a cinnamon roll.*
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Post by Rochester on May 28, 2007 0:48:53 GMT -5
*Rochester managed a dashing smile, even with his reddened nose. Joining her in a cinnamon roll, his dimple deepened.*
"You are a saint, darling. The most blessed of all kinds."
*He lifted a delicate finger to trace her exposed collar bone.*
"It is so generous of you to see to me in my...invalid condition."
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Post by Kris on May 28, 2007 0:55:36 GMT -5
*Kris licked a dab of icing off her finger.*
"I don't get sick easily," *she said, feeling a little deceptive about that fact.* "And you've been kind enough to let me into your home, without reference."
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Post by Rochester on May 28, 2007 1:18:01 GMT -5
*Rochester lowered his lashes coyly, shifting his gentle caress to her thigh.*
"Well...you didn't ask for mine either. I could be some horrible rake...here only to tempt you out of your virtue."
*He smiled wryly and took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips, sucking her fingers gently for any hint of leftover icing.*
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Post by Kris on May 28, 2007 12:32:14 GMT -5
*Her skin tingled at his touch.*
"Maybe that's what I like about you," *she said, tracing her freed fingers around his lips.*
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Post by Rochester on May 28, 2007 12:37:21 GMT -5
*Rochester's tongue traced his teeth as he delighted in the feel of her fingers against his lips.*
"And perhaps that is why I am so enamoured of you. You are so...understanding."
*His lashes fluttered gently.*
"You and Alex both. I'm afraid that I have grown quite attached to having the two of you around. I hope you don't mind terribly."
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Post by Kris on May 29, 2007 11:00:11 GMT -5
*Kris laughed easily.*
"Not at all. Alex and I have much in common; sharing you, as well, should not be a hardship."
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Post by Rochester on May 29, 2007 11:06:58 GMT -5
*Rochester flipped his handkerchief frivolously.*
"Well I do try to make things enjoyable enough. Although...this illness is most perplexing. I just feel like I'm not myself."
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Post by Kris on May 29, 2007 12:53:51 GMT -5
*Kris pouted in sympathy.*
"You poor thing. That's a terrible thing to feel, especially when your self is such a nice thing to be. Isn't there anything I could do to ease your discomfort?"
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Post by Rochester on May 29, 2007 13:02:16 GMT -5
*Rochester's eyes lit up for a moment, but then were quickly veiled in dark lashes.*
"Well...there's something, but I don't know if I'm physically capable to make the attempt. It might take a lot out of me."
*He smiled lecherously.*
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