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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 19, 2008 9:20:00 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby seldom felt uncomfortable. He was supposed to be all commanding and sure about things, especially sexy things. But he was squirmy, now.*
"I mean I can make ya happy, I reckon, but I won't be... that is I can't... Little Cry-Baby ain't in service!" *he blurted.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 19, 2008 9:32:40 GMT -5
*Brandi quickly lowered her eyes, blushing terribly. Taking a step back to give him some space, she swallowed carefully.*
"Baby...I didn't mean...I didn't expect..."
Not right after you just...anyway.
*She was so mad at herself for trying too hard. She half-shrugged and turned back to the oven.*
"I didn't mean to upset you." *She whispered without looking back to him.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 19, 2008 9:52:09 GMT -5
*After a moment, Cry-Baby wrapped his arms around her from behind.*
"I know," *he said.* "I know, I... I'm afraid of not bein' enough for ya. Didn't mean to upset you, I just don't know where you are with this. An' I'm feelin' guilty."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 19, 2008 10:02:22 GMT -5
*Brandi nodded, understanding that. She half-turned to look back at him, hugging his hands to her belly.*
"I'm with you. Always."
*She forced a smile before glancing at the biscuits rising in the oven.*
"You're just doing what you have to. I don't blame you, Baby. I promise."
*She sighed, nuzzling back against him.*
"I just need something...to distract me. When I think on it too hard..."
*She shook her head, not wanting to admit how much it hurt when she actually stopped to think about it. She was above that. Beyond it. To focus on function. That's what she needed.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 19, 2008 10:09:46 GMT -5
*Despite his fatigue, Cry-Baby could think of some very distracting things.*
"How long we got on the biscuits?"
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Post by Brandi on Mar 19, 2008 10:20:44 GMT -5
"Couple of minutes..." *Brandi answered idly, not understanding his inflection. Yet.*
"Oh!" *Brandi turned to face him, shaking her head.*
"Baby...I just meant..."
*She couldn't help but smile as she nuzzled her face against his chest.*
"This..." *She embraced him tightly.*
"This is nice."
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 19, 2008 10:25:22 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby ran his fingers through her hair, noting idly that it was sort of reddish. Nice.*
"You know," *he said, his voice low and husky,* "there's things I miss doin', when you ain't around."
*He licked the shell of her ear gently in suggestion.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 20, 2008 18:27:53 GMT -5
*She squirmed in his embrace, biting her lip as she smiled up to him, her eyes narrowing playfully.*
"Like...what exactly?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 20, 2008 19:05:04 GMT -5
"Want me to spell it out?" *he murmured, grinning.* "Cuz I can... I've got a very well-trained tongue."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 20, 2008 19:15:22 GMT -5
"Huh?" *Her face scrunched in confusion, but not for long.*
"Oh! I..."
*She blushed.*
"Um...that's really sweet, but..."
*She pulled him closer.*
"I'm happy just to fall asleep in your arms."
*She lifted her brow sympathetically.*
"If...if that's ok."
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 21, 2008 12:29:02 GMT -5
"Of course," *he said softly, but it didn't stop his worrying.* "Just never want to leave you unsatisfied."
*He glanced over at the oven.*
"Those biscuits ready?"
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