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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Feb 9, 2008 9:18:39 GMT -5
*Aimee sat on the bed, crosslegged, reading something in her nightgown.*
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Post by Marius on Feb 9, 2008 9:23:33 GMT -5
*Marius strolled into the room and sat down next to her*
"What've you got there?"
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Feb 9, 2008 9:24:46 GMT -5
*She held the book up so that he could read the spine and she could keep reading. Bram Stoker's Dracula. She twisted one lock of hair around her right index finger and chewed part of her lower lip in concentration.*
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Post by Marius on Feb 9, 2008 9:28:48 GMT -5
"Oh, light reading, I see." He teased.
"That one seems to be rather popular at the moment."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Feb 9, 2008 9:30:36 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes and whacked him gently with the book across the arm, then going back to reading it.*
"I don't see why everyone seems to think I'll faint of terror. It's not that frightening." *She was referring, of course, to her silly, ninny-headed society peers.*
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Post by Marius on Feb 9, 2008 9:55:10 GMT -5
"You faint? Now there is something that will never happen."
*He scooted so that he sat closer, putting an arm around her shoulders*
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Feb 9, 2008 9:57:03 GMT -5
*She smiled and snuggled closer, leaning her head on his shoulder as she read.*
"Actually I did once, but it was because Helene pulled my corset too tight. I refused to wear one for three weeks afterward."
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Post by Marius on Feb 9, 2008 10:03:00 GMT -5
"Ugh...I can't understand why you women wear those things. My mother used to refer to them as torture devices--I can understand why."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Feb 9, 2008 10:07:46 GMT -5
*She chuckled a little.* "You know I don't think anyone knows why, and yet we all do. Besides, the waist I was born with is fine with me."
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Post by Marius on Feb 9, 2008 10:16:24 GMT -5
*The arm around her shoulders shifted as he lightly trailed his hand down her back*
"I would certainly agree."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Feb 9, 2008 10:19:55 GMT -5
*Tingles ran down her spine when he did that and she found it exceedingly difficult to concentrate on her book. In fact, she had no idea what had happened the last few pages.*
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Post by Marius on Feb 9, 2008 10:30:22 GMT -5
*His arm went around her waist as he kiss her jaw*
"How would you feel about going to Rome?"
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Feb 9, 2008 10:32:14 GMT -5
*Her jaw dropped and she turned to him, totally abandoning her book.*
"As in Italy?"
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Post by Marius on Feb 9, 2008 10:33:57 GMT -5
*He smiled at her expression*
"Absolutely."
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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Feb 9, 2008 10:36:00 GMT -5
*She let out some sort of squee/battle cry/yelp and basically tackled him, wrapping her arms around his middle.*
"You are absolutely, positively, and indubitably the most amazing, wonderful, perfect husband ever!" *She squealed, though it was mostly muffled as her face was buried in his chest.*
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