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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 11, 2009 20:32:59 GMT -5
*Jake broke into a light sweat as he stared up at her.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 7:58:13 GMT -5
*Both cheeks trimmed smooth, Lark paused. unsure how to continue with the hard parts. Only then did she notice the glisten dampening his forehead. Worry crept into her eyes.*
"You ok? Am I...making you too nervous?" *She asked, razor held further from him in case the answer was yes.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 14:55:17 GMT -5
"N...not nervous, 'zactly..." *muttered Jake.*
More like hard as a rock.
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 15:10:46 GMT -5
*He was trying to spare her feelings. Which was sweet. Lark bent over him to kiss the tip of his nose quickly.*
"I promise I'll do everything I can to see you finished off properly."
*Couldn't have him going around patchy, after all. Biting her lip, she tucked the blade carefully at the base of his neck, slowly trimming up to his chin in a long stroke.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 15:23:02 GMT -5
*Jake grunted.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 15:32:35 GMT -5
"I'm workin'!" *Lark insisted good-naturedly, trying not to be encouraged to hurry too much. But she did try to make fast work of his throat. But it was harder around the Adam's apple. There were all sorts of quirky faces as the focused hard to manage it, but they were quickly melted into delight as she finished the section. Then she stopped. And her brow lowered, perplexed.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 15:48:49 GMT -5
*Jake cleared his throat.*
"Uh...thanks..." *he said hoarsely.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:06:50 GMT -5
*Lark scrunched her face again.*
"I ain't done." *She said plainly, vexed that the solution evaded her.*
"Don't know how to do these parts." *Her fingertip pressed softly to his chin and upper lip.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:11:31 GMT -5
"...how 'bout carefully?" *he murmured, his lips brushing against her finger as he spoke.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:30:08 GMT -5
*His lips sent a shiver through her, but Lark dismissed it, rolling her eyes.*
"Ain't that how I've been doin' it so far? I swear, you ain't one lick of help."
*Biting her lip, she moved closer, wrapping her body about him. His head secured against her chest, she set to shaving his chin in short decisive cuts.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:37:02 GMT -5
*Jake might've died just then but he held off, smiling inwardly.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 16:54:42 GMT -5
*What Lark learned on his chin was a help on his lip and after several more minutes, she finally lowered the blade with a sigh of relief. Wiping it clean, she closed it and set it on the table. Her fingertips tickled the back of his head as she pulled the towel from around his neck and with a firm hand she forced his head back up against her as she wiped the remnant soap from him, inspecting her work with a keen eye.*
"Not too bad, if I say so myself. For a first time an' all."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 17:14:20 GMT -5
"Mmmhmm," *Jake reached up and rubbed his cheek.* "Not bad at all."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 17:21:43 GMT -5
*Lark smiled proudly.* "Good enough for a kiss?"
*Her brow lifted as she looked down over him.*
"Even if it is charity?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 12, 2009 17:28:38 GMT -5
"I like t'be generous t'the poor," *said Jake, reaching for her.*
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