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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 14, 2007 21:27:14 GMT -5
No, I'm obviously not, since I'm 'just like Roslyn' and she was apparently a lying slut. *She snapped, swiping at her tears furiously.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 14, 2007 21:29:14 GMT -5
*He sighed.*
"I didn't... I didn't mean that." *He said, hands itching to hold her.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 14, 2007 21:32:42 GMT -5
If you didn't mean it, why did you say it? *She brushed her curls off her tearstained face, still glaring at him.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 14, 2007 21:33:43 GMT -5
"People say things when they're angry, Scarlett." *He said softly.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 14, 2007 21:39:20 GMT -5
You said I was 'easy' and...God, Michael, if you think I'm such a useless slut, why do you even bother? *She was snappy, but good God, she wanted to kiss him. Why did she want to kiss him? She was absolutely furious. And yet...and yet...*
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Post by Michael on Dec 14, 2007 21:43:31 GMT -5
"Because I can't help it." *He said simply.* "And I don't believe that you're any of those things, Scarlett."
*His eyes weren't furious anymore, more pleading than anything else.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 14, 2007 21:47:45 GMT -5
*She finally realized the change in his demeanor- he was much softer, kinder, more pleading than before. Even through her booze-induced haze, she could see that he was being genuine. She eased off her anger slightly, her eyes softer as she met his gaze.* You can't help it...?
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Post by Michael on Dec 14, 2007 21:49:13 GMT -5
*He shook his head, resisting a powerful urge to kiss her until she wasn't upset anymore.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 14, 2007 21:54:09 GMT -5
*Now that the air was no longer crackling with badly-controlled anger, Scarlett finally noticed how close they were to one another. It was not helping her control the urge to kiss him. Neither was the booze she'd consumed earlier that night. She moved forward slightly, standing on the very tips of her toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 14, 2007 21:55:52 GMT -5
*He placed a hand on the small of his back and began to kiss back, but his heart sank and he pulled away.*
"Can you walk back?" *He asked. He had to get to bed.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 14, 2007 21:57:27 GMT -5
*She sank back down to her normal height, looking slightly disappointed.* I...I think so...
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Post by Michael on Dec 14, 2007 21:59:01 GMT -5
*His hand slid to the side of her waist and then entirely away.*
"Sleep well, Scarlett." *He turned to go.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 14, 2007 22:03:45 GMT -5
Wait. *She hurried forward as well as she could manage, swinging around and giving him a deep, passionate kiss.* Goodnight, Michael. *She began her rather wobbly journey back up to the house.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 14, 2007 22:04:59 GMT -5
*He had responded in turn to the kiss, but once she was gone, he blinked and continued back to think things over.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 15, 2007 21:40:04 GMT -5
**THE NEXT NIGHT**
*Scarlett went stumbling up the drive to the house from the party where she'd intended to talk to Jacob, her hair in disarray and her ankle and wrist both badly twisted.*
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