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Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2007 15:04:39 GMT -5
*Brandi's eyes opened slowly. The horizon glowed with a pale light. She was outside? That's strange. She wiped her eyes to find her face moist with dew. Ick. She rolled over and bumped against something. A person. In a damp cotton shirt. Then it came back to her and she bit her lip shyly.*
Oh. Right.
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 3, 2007 16:05:41 GMT -5
"Mmmph," *Cry-Baby said. He'd been dreaming about his motorcycle, a slender pair of arms wrapped strongly around him, a soft/firm chest warming his back. But he wasn't warm now; he felt clammy and strange. He opened his eyes a crack to see grass.
Grass?
He rolled over and into a firm/soft shape that raised a smile to his face.*
"Hey, babe," *he said.* "We sleep out here all night?"
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Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2007 16:11:45 GMT -5
*Brandi arched her back in a feline stretch, then twisted the tightness out of her neck. She smiled down to him.*
"Looks like most of it. I hope you don't mind too much. It wasn't exactly what I had been thinking at the time."
*Her dimples deepened.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 3, 2007 16:22:37 GMT -5
*The morning sun set off highlights in Brandi's hair as it fell around him from above.*
"Naw. Guess I felt safe, with you, here. A little night air didn't harm us. Unless you feel different, in the mornin'."
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Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2007 16:30:47 GMT -5
*Brandi's brow rose and her smile widened.*
"About us? Not at all. Thank you for this."
*She gestured at them out on the grass.*
"It's not something I would normally get to do."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 3, 2007 16:55:00 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby's relief did not show, but he felt it just the same.*
"Well then, we'll have to do it again," *he said, standing and extending a hand to help her up.*
"Now... how's about some breakfast?"
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Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2007 17:00:47 GMT -5
*Brandi took his hand gratefully and pulled up the blanket behind her. Not releasing his hand she tugged him back towards the inn.*
"That sounds great on both accounts. What do you fancy?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 4, 2007 12:50:47 GMT -5
Fancy? I sure got a fancy girl, here.
"Aw, I don't much care. I'm so hungry I could eat about five cheeseburgers," *he said happily.* "'Fraid about all I can do around the kitchen is boil eggs."
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Post by Brandi on Jun 4, 2007 22:43:28 GMT -5
*Brandi smiled mischievously and shook her head.*
"No worries. Jeremy helped me learn to cook all sorts of things for breakfast. I hope you like Southern cooking. And butter. Lots of butter."
*She tugged his hand and looked up to the inn, mentally placing all the supplies she would need in the kitchen.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 5, 2007 9:44:58 GMT -5
Jeremy? Who's Jeremy?
*But he was distracted by the little look of concentration on her face. He wondered what it was about. It was cute, though.*
"I love Southern cooking. And butter can't be richer than you, doll."
*He spun her around to face him and kissed her tenderly.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 5, 2007 17:18:47 GMT -5
*Brandi gasped slightly in surprise as he kissed her, but as she pulled back, she sucked his lip greedily. She shut her eyes briefly, her own lip fitting itself between her teeth.*
"Oh how I love it when you talk like that."
*She opened her eyes to peek up to him.*
"I'm afraid if we don't get back to the inn soon...we might not get back to the inn..."
*She smiled wickedly and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jun 5, 2007 18:05:44 GMT -5
((Morning mouth does not exist in the 'verse. Nope.))
*Cry-Baby raised his eyebrows in surprise even as he returned Brandi's kiss. When they broke, he looked down seriously into her eyes.*
"Wouldn't want that butter to melt," *he said, and slung her arm over his shoulder as he turned back towards the inn.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 5, 2007 20:08:54 GMT -5
((Of course not. )) *Brandi did her best not to think of all the horrible things that she could do with Johnny Depp and melted butter. Instead she just smiled and nuzzled against him as they made their way back to the inn.* ((And a new thread.))
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Post by Brandi on Oct 7, 2008 12:09:15 GMT -5
***NEW DAY - MUCH LATER***
*Brandi smiled back at him as the rounded the apex of the hill. He did look a bit...peculiar dressed like that. But he still made it work.*
"They fit all right?" *She asked gently, mindful of his pride.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Oct 7, 2008 12:18:00 GMT -5
Cry-Baby, who had been thrown out of gym class for refusing to wear shorts or sweats, was somewhat chagrined to find himself in loose-fitting trousers.
"Don't know if 'right' is the right word," he mumbled. "But I reckon I can move."
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