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Post by Nessa Telemnar on Mar 12, 2008 11:22:05 GMT -5
*Nessa smiled and blushed again.*
"Eh... I'm not exactly experienced at this myself.... I think elves function about the same way as humans do. I mean.... feelings, reactions, and stuff...."
*She looked down.*
"But... I think I would feel more comfortable without witnesses....."
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 12, 2008 11:25:27 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby grinned.*
"An' not in the kitchen, I expect," *he said. He went over to Brandi.*
"Maybe next time," *he murmured in her ear, his smile tickled by wisps of her hair.* "You okay?"
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Post by Nessa Telemnar on Mar 12, 2008 15:06:32 GMT -5
*Nessa was a bit unsure of whether she should go or stay. She didn't want to interrupt the couple if they were planning on having some intimacy, but on the other hand, nobody had told her to leave. As the obediant servant she was, she stayed, awaiting further orders.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 12, 2008 18:46:02 GMT -5
*His words made her smile, even as that ache in her stomach settled in. Brandi turned her face against his, seeking more contact. Her lashes lowered as she spoke gently.*
"I'm fine."
At least, I will be.
"Why don't you guys head upstairs and I'll get dinner started. Take your time, I'll make something that takes a while. And keeps."
*She gave Nessa a supportive smile and nudged Cry-Baby with squeeze to his sexy backside.*
"Go on."
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Post by Nessa Telemnar on Mar 13, 2008 6:45:47 GMT -5
*Nessa smiled back, a bit shivering and squeezed her hand gently.*
"Are you sure, Miss Brandi? We don't have to do this if you don't want me to."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 13, 2008 6:52:45 GMT -5
*Brandi rolled her eyes, even though she was still smiling.*
"Yes, I'm fine. Yes, I want you to do this."
*She shook her head.*
"It's like you guys won't believe me. I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't."
*She glanced to the door with playful sternness.*
"Now go on. Don't make me herd you up there with my spoon."
*She pulled a large wooden mixing spoon from the counter and brandished it with a grin.*
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Post by Nessa Telemnar on Mar 13, 2008 6:58:42 GMT -5
*Nessa smiled and turned to Cry-Baby, waiting for his reply.*
((Where should we go next?))
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 13, 2008 9:11:19 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby winked at Brandi, wondering if she was really prepared to use that spoon. They'd have to be okay.* " Your room, Miss Nessa?" *he asked gently. Much better than their own, for this.*
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Post by Nessa Telemnar on Mar 13, 2008 9:15:14 GMT -5
*Nessa blushed and looked up at him.*
"Ok, Monsieur Walker."
*She replied with a glimpse of humor in her eyes. She could imagine Miss Brandi use that spoon, and tried to keep a serious expression.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 13, 2008 15:45:01 GMT -5
*Brandi watched them go, trying to be strong. She stared at the door long after they had disappeared. She forced herself to turn back to the sink, sorting out what to make in her head. She was surprised to find her face wet with tears. Frustrated, she wiped at them.*
I'm not worthless.
*She tightened her lips and set her jaw before turning to the cupboard and pulling down some ingredients.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 17, 2008 17:24:32 GMT -5
*Considering it prudent to see Brandi as soon as possible, Cry-Baby returned to the kitchen to find her cooking rather furiously.*
"Whatcha makin'?"
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Post by Brandi on Mar 17, 2008 18:47:42 GMT -5
*Brandi looked better (cooking always took her mind off of things) and smiled up at him for a moment.*
"Stuff..."
*There was a hint of playfulness in her voice, but she tried to stay focused on the biscuits she was cutting.*
"But you're early."
*She finished, wiping her hands on her apron and turning back to him, her brow furrowed.*
"Did...everything go ok?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 17, 2008 23:13:33 GMT -5
"Well, didn't put on quite the, er, spectacle I would've with you," *he said.* "Wanted done as soon as I could. Kept thinkin' about you down here, waitin'..."
*He trailed off.*
"Yeah, went okay."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 17, 2008 23:16:02 GMT -5
*She stepped forward to kiss him gently, if rather chastely. She bit her lip before turning back to the tray of biscuits and putting them in the oven.*
"Eh, just...been trying to sort stuff out. It's kinda hard, you know?"
*She sighed, wiping flour across her forehead before taking his hand with a squeeze.*
"You doing all right? Hope I didn't spoil it for you."
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 17, 2008 23:21:39 GMT -5
*His heart sank. He'd been hoping...*
For what? For her to jump you after listenin' to you pound someone else upstairs?
"I'm sorry, baby," *he said.* "I don't want it to be like this. You know that. Hell, I don't care what happens with those girls. You know that, too. You ain't spoilin' anything if I don't want it in the first place."
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