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Post by Eponine on May 8, 2007 20:06:15 GMT -5
*Eponine knocked on John's apartment door. She had managed to scrape out her parents' old bank account from the Inn (they had left it as savings and 30 years had passed without it being claimed, she knew the passcode fore emergencies) and bought herself a dark grey skirt that highlighted her waist, and a cream-colored blouse that had cheap lace on it, as well as a string of imitation pearls. in her opinion, she looked quite nice.*
"John? I'm here..."
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Post by Renn on May 8, 2007 20:10:41 GMT -5
AS JOHN
John graciously opened the door with a grin.
"Eponine! What a wonderful surprise! Come in!"
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Post by Eponine on May 8, 2007 20:15:18 GMT -5
*Eponine grinned and entered, kissing John on the cheek.*
"I'm sorry for the fiasco at the party... I made fudge to make it up to you!" she said, enthusiastically. "My mother's recipe. She used to make it for me when i was little... we hid it from my father because he would have eaten it all!" *She laughed at herself, her good mood somewhat infectious.*
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on May 8, 2007 20:19:21 GMT -5
"Thank you very much, my dear! It looks delicious!"
John looked her up and down, noting the cheap clothing. She probably spent all she had on this... John decided to remedy her clothing problem in the near future.
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Post by Eponine on May 8, 2007 20:27:53 GMT -5
*She opened up the wood container that the cheesemaker had given her for this purpose and took out a piece of fudge.*
"Oh, it doesnt just look delicious... " *she said, putting the fudge into his mouth...* "It is."
She let her thumb trail across his bottom lip for just a second longer than it should have, letting him know her exact intention in coming here.*
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on May 8, 2007 20:39:51 GMT -5
John grinned. He was a bit surprised. He didn't think she was the type to initiate things so... obviously. But still, she must not be so innocent as he thought.
"Mmm. You're right. You should try some."
He took a piece and put it in her mouth, hardly pausing a second before kissing her passionatly.
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Post by Eponine on May 8, 2007 20:44:11 GMT -5
*She giggled profusely behind his mouth and gently prodded at his mouth with her tongue, tasting the chocolate that she knew was good. Pulling away, she said,*
"I noticed that your apartment doesnt have much food in it... I'm quite a hand at grocery shopping, if you wanted to go to the market..."
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on May 8, 2007 20:49:07 GMT -5
John blinked at her sudden change of plans, but decided not to make aything of it. There would be time for fun later. Perhaps more fun with food.
"If you wish," he said. "And forgive me for noticing, but if you'd like some new clothes, I'd be happy to supply them..."
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Post by Eponine on May 8, 2007 20:52:28 GMT -5
*She blushed profusely, even though she did need new clothes.*
"Oh, I couldn't ask you to..."
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on May 8, 2007 20:55:08 GMT -5
"In that case, I insist," John said, taking her by the arm.
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Post by Eponine on May 8, 2007 20:56:32 GMT -5
*Eponine blushed and asked quietly,* "Are we still going grocery shopping?"
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Post by Eponine on May 23, 2007 21:40:23 GMT -5
*Eponine giggled as she pushed the door open, kissing John and untying his cravat with her spare hand. By some grace of God, the door was unlocked and the apartment so totally ransacked clean. obviously he had some sort of cleaning service.*
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on May 23, 2007 21:46:35 GMT -5
((Well duh he has a cleaning service. You expect him to clean for himself? And this reminds me of the beginning of Chicago for some reason. XD))
John struggled to keep kissing her and dump her packages on the table at the same time. Somehow he succeeded, then promptly began her top which to his dismay had altogether too many buttons.
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Post by Eponine on May 23, 2007 21:50:25 GMT -5
((i can see that. the beginning roxies like mackin on the dude.))
*she giggled some more and unbuttoned her skirt, still kissing him, then getting to work on his own shirt, managing to get it off and run her fingers through his hair while he was attempting to get her blouse off.*
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on May 23, 2007 21:57:10 GMT -5
John gave up on her blouse for a moment, to discard of his jacket and start unbuttoning his shirt. He quickly sarted kissing her again, moving, for no particular reason toward the kitchen.
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