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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 16:18:40 GMT -5
*Philippe swallowed.* "Now that is relative. Come here." *He held out his arms to her.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 16:20:48 GMT -5
*Rather than take the measured steps of a practiced seductress, Becca ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck with a burst of laughter.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 16:36:48 GMT -5
*Shocked by her weight Philippe toppled backwards against the bed.He landed, softly thankfully against the pillows.*
"Well then..."
*He gasped, slightly winded."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 16:47:23 GMT -5
*Becca rolled off him with a terrified gasp.*
"Did I hurt you? Is it your heart again? Should I send for a doctor?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 16:56:24 GMT -5
*Philippe shook his head.* "No, I am well."*He rolled over to her.* "You worry too much over too little."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 16:58:43 GMT -5
*Becca clapped a hand over her eyes with a groan.*
"Oh, I know," *she sighed.* "I think I get it from my mother," *she muttered with a frown. She turned to face Philippe.*
"In any case, is it not right that I should worry about you? When my happiness depends upon having you well and nearby?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 17:02:01 GMT -5
"Well then yes, you must worry." *He replied seriously, though his eyes were twinkling.* "And satisfy my every wish and desire in order to maintain your own happiness."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 17:20:25 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes.*
"Getting a bit primeval tonight, are we?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 17:31:28 GMT -5
"Perhaps in was the effort it took to remain proper, it caused all these urges." *He ran a hand down her stomach.* "I do find those events such a struggle."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 17:34:49 GMT -5
"Poor darling," *she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.* "How you must have suffered."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 17:39:21 GMT -5
*Philippe leaned up on an elbow and nipped her shoulder.* "I did...terribly." *He paused.* "I only wish... sometimes, that I could dance."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 17:49:29 GMT -5
"When was the last time you tried to dance?" *she asked him, getting up and tugging at his hand.* "Come on, try a waltz with me."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 17:54:58 GMT -5
*Philippe shook his head.* "No, my leg makes it difficult to move in time. I wouldn't dance in front of them. * He squeezed her hand.* "I will not have pity."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 9, 2008 17:57:25 GMT -5
"Well you will not have mine, I promise you that. You're fit enough--THAT I may safely vouch for," *she said with a knowing grin.* "Perhaps you are just out of practice...and next time you may spend the entire evening dancing me off my feet if you like."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 9, 2008 17:59:24 GMT -5
*Philippe shook his head but stood regardless.* "I doubt it, but nothing would please me more. *He took her hands in his in an uneasy but practised fashion.*
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